Poem — The Conversationalist

This is a hypothetical conversation

Like the ones we usually have

I recite them in the mirror

To see the way they make you feel

This is a hypothetical reaction

I practice those too

I didn’t mean to make you cry

But you have no right to twist my words

Or scream and spit in my face the ways you do

I come to you seeking comfort

I come to you for a resolution

Though at times you may not listen

You turn around defeat

I am disappointed

The way we handled this

Face-to-Face let's talk soon

Though it won’t be new to me

Rarely your words ever are