The Right Words

You said all the right things

 at all the right times,

and I’m charmed with your words,

until those words lose meaning.

I’ve forgotten how it sounds

when you say something real.

I study your hand instead;

pudgy knuckles nervously flick your cigarette.

You keep talking,

but your blue eyes refuse to meet mine.

You talk until I forget what you’ve said.

I nod my head,

provoke more words,

so I wait for them to make sense;

I wait for you

to finally say something worth hearing.