(In/a)ttention

“We might make music together,” you offer
Although I didn’t ask who it was, I’m certain now
Having heard the same on two occasions prior.

I won’t hold my breath.
I’m happy I didn’t say that (oh, he of little faith!)
As it’s uncouth. Though realizing you don’t remember our conversations, quips just pouring nervously forth unbound by attention, strikes me too as a sign of unwitting ill intention — or at least a waste.

It leaves a stale incense taste, and I’m thankful for my timely-retrieved toothbrush.

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