He sits in silence like a convicted criminal,
He says he listens, but never replies.
His arms are crossed, his eyes are wandering
Along the path that leads his mind.
He'd interrupt you when he knows the answer,
As though he wanted to save precious time -
To stare at the clouds, to talk of the trees -
He never meant to break your heart.
He's switching topics at an erratic pace,
But always looks back to see if you're there,
You need to be a part of all that he loves -
You need to understand.
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A poem of shame, guilt and forgiveness. So nicely imaged and constructed
A wonderful crafted write of the feeling of shame and guilt, sensitively expressed
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