If ever we converse and I do not look you in the eye,
Please do not take it as a sign of disrespect or disinterest.
I’m listening.
Perhaps it is a vestige of childhood shyness,
The girl who doesn’t speak unless spoken to.
She’s listening.
Perhaps it is the curse of the socially awkward,
Looking slightly to the right or the left as they choose their next words.
They’re listening.
Or perhaps it is the fear of connection as I see myself reflected in others eyes,
And do not wish to be found wanting.
But always listening.
Karri Temple Brackett
October 22, 2023