he wants to tell
his story.
I try to add in my two cents.
my own
connected
tale
to match his, or top his,
but I give
in.
he doesn't care so much
about what
i'm saying.
he's starved to let out
his well told words
to a new set of ears,
so I let him have his way.
we go on like this for
hours.
me silent, him
reminiscing
until the cows come home.
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