You’re speaking but I’m afraid I’m unable to hear you
I see your frown
I sense your sound
Though there is no frequency in use
Your lips make gestures of expression
As you make your confession
To my discretion
I observe you with my complete attention
To you, I appear to be engaged
But I struggle to meet you
Your words, your actions
They all look the same
Would you rather I be polite and pretend to know?
Would you prefer for me to misinterpret what you show?
It’s a shame that these options are so often on front row
I guess you’re guilty of opting in?
“Ditto” – (We both replied)
Because I seem to be hearing you now.
“That’s strange”, he replied –
“Because I have not said a word…”