Keep Talking

I look well

But I’ve lost weight

I look a bit tired

But it suits, apparently

I um and ah and nod appropriately

And my ears aren’t here

And she keeps talking

I’m so lucky to get up when I like

And I’m desperately trying to work out how

To explain how it can take all day

To summon the strength to make the tea

And even then I need someone in there with me

And I’m only making fucking beans on toast

And my mind isn’t here

And she keeps talking

And I’m desperately trying to work out how

To describe when you feel so low

That sobbing can no longer suffice

And I just lie on my bed

With my poor bemused pup by my side

Shaking and trying to lick my soaked cheeks dry

And my eyes aren’t here

And she keeps talking

I um and ah and nod in all the right places

And she could be any one of a hundred or more faces

And I don’t want to be here

And she keeps talking