Listening

The ADDITION consumes me,
And I am alone in a room full of chatter.
I refuse to "love" like her,
And I am myself, but never Me.

The rain cries on your shirt,
Yet you're sure the tears fall from Her!
(A feat of which
A blind man couldn't even dream!)

You come to me with beer-filled veins,
And assume that your veins pulse with love.
But how might you hold anything
(let alone me)
When they're shaking?

I've given my time for you;
This poem is to you dedicated.
I've given more than you know,
And, thus, owe you nothing
(Especially an explanation!

Don't let it consume you
As you consumed it.
The shaking!  The shaking!
All back and forth.
Please trust me to hold you steady,
And My, My!  Be quiet!

The chatter won't leave me alone.
"I want you to, too" is my (untrue?) response.
But, dearest My, I still don't owe you shit!
I go deeper
(Deeper than you ever did)
And consider the "my" that was never part of me,
But was always part of You.

But the chatter leaves!  
And the silence comes
To leave me with my thoughts...

So, I rewind.
Because I can't think
After such a horrific word!
And I
never
listen
to
the


end.