waiting for my turn to talk

i give

the appearance

of listening.

i lean in, and nod.

my eyes

blink

slowly

with comprehension

to every word

you say,

each and every thought.

you speak

is heard to a certain

degree, but i'm

not there.

i'm

elsewhere.

at some point you'll

come up

for air.

and it'll be my turn

to talk.