my good ear,
whichever one that might be,
i'm never
quite sure
until someone
is whispering to that side.
words come in
like the soft paws
of a cat
on carpet.
oh, the things
i have missed,
the invites, the gossip,
the secrets,
i'll never know
so much of what i was
told to never
repeat.
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