Oh how I miss the way
You used to listen to me.
You listened with your eyes,
In patience glistening brighter,
The quieter you grew.
Has anyone told you, your eyes
Shine more brightly when someone
Reaches the intelligence in you?
So unpretentious the line
Of your thought, and yet
No one comprehends as
Effortlessly as you how
Incomprehensible is beauty.
You were the only one
Who ever measured with
Your attention, how shallow
Were my words compared
To the depth of their source.
You forgave my shallow words,
Though you were alert and noticed,
And you always kept listening
As if I were worth hearing.
No one else listens to me
The same way.
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April 21, 2009
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