It’s hard for me to hear you
Because I talk
I talk
Talk
And I expect you to do the same
I want you to do the same
But
When I grip the phone under my pillow as I fall asleep, awaiting the buzz of your next text
When you hold me while I weep
When you watched an episode of Star Trek with me
When we race down the highway listening to our favorite white boy jams
When I feel the slight shudder of a tickle from you running your fingernails along my arm
I know
You tell me
Over and over
In so many ways
But it’s hard for me to hear you
So I’m going to stop talking
I know
