The Art of Small Talk
Good to see you
But…
I’ve really got to be going
It’s not that there’s
Anything I have to do
But this just isn’t working out
What you’re saying,
Everything you’re saying
I agree, and that’s all that need be
Said, I don’t talk about myself
Anymore, or anything else
I don’t bring things up
I just nod my head
I’ve lost the art of
Small talk, I can’t breathe
As easily as I’d like
To be able to
I’ve been silent too long
I only think like this
Lately, like a poem,
Like, not very often
Everything sounds the same
Everything looks the same
“It’s not you, it’s me”
Everything is equal
I want for nothing,
I take what comes in
I wish I had gotten better
Sooner, on time for this
I looked forward to it
It showed so much promise
But in the end
I just wasn’t up to it
