Your silence a magnet
I, the polar opposite,
inexorably drawn to it
How nice to be with someone
not in love with the sound of his voice
Too many of those glib talkers
go from clever to tiresome
never having learned to listen
What attracts, can also repel
As the years passed
I grew to hate your silence
I had to speak for both of us
Perhaps I fell in love
with the sound of my voice
for I chattered on
never noticing
that you stopped listening
The magic of gadgets
pulled you further away
I marvel at the machines
and their fancy names --
iPhone and iPod and iPad
All the "i"s leave no room for us
Was there ever an "us", I wonder
Long before the gadgets
we had already stopped talking
© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
I, the polar opposite,
inexorably drawn to it
How nice to be with someone
not in love with the sound of his voice
Too many of those glib talkers
go from clever to tiresome
never having learned to listen
What attracts, can also repel
As the years passed
I grew to hate your silence
I had to speak for both of us
Perhaps I fell in love
with the sound of my voice
for I chattered on
never noticing
that you stopped listening
The magic of gadgets
pulled you further away
I marvel at the machines
and their fancy names --
iPhone and iPod and iPad
All the "i"s leave no room for us
Was there ever an "us", I wonder
Long before the gadgets
we had already stopped talking
© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
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