Between the Lines #3: A Poem about the love who's looking for me

Someone finds my incessant nervous chatter endearing

They don’t think I talk too much

Rather, they hang on every word

Their eyes shine bright as I approach the punchline of my joke

Their smile, anticipating...

And when the room stops listening and my voice begins to fade,

They hold my heart in their hand and tell me to go on

And as I tell another endless story they say “uh uh girl! no she didn’t!”

And they tell me they had a situation just like that too, “mhmm”

They laugh at my diatribes against minute annoyances

And

When I finally break from my ceaseless spiel, we part ways

And they assure me they’ll be back for more

and more

and more