when we come to our end

i have little use

for

some.

those of small talk, those

who

babble

on about every and anything

under the sun.

they profess to know

and know

and know.

i can't unhear

what they say, once said.

i am out

of tune, out of touch

with that

crowd.

please

don't bother to explain

the world

to me again.

i knew it before i met you,

and i'll know it

even better 

when at last we come

to our exhausting end.