The vein along your index finger
Bulges and you raise your eyebrows
As you point your hand towards me.
Ok, here is the thing, (you know.)
You tap my shoulder expectantly
A little boy. Excitement. The breathe clings to the notes in your voice.
The thing is. This man tells me. This old man. This man that is here and now. See, that's the thing, he says.
Were you listening?
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