Poems

No one enjoys to yap the way she does The joys of conversations and ideas flowing The layers of stories compiled together The this to that to who and when and why and how The stories so interchanging they don’t stop growing The forgotten memories unlocked without us knowing Her smiles that fade when their attention does Her voice to whisper as she chokes back her stories, her words, her life Her smiles that fade because they weren’t even listening from the start Polite nods m