by, Krisselle S. Cosgrove


She likes to tell me
about painting, or music
going on and on
about all her success
I’m happy for her
don’t get me wrong...
but once in awhile
it would be nice if she’d ask me
how I’m getting along
I’ll have to let that all go...
besides it’s really
my silly ego.
She doesn’t understand
my love for words
or, photographs
depicting
whole other worlds...
there’s a silent freedom
in accepting all that...
I can just listen, and learn...
while she chats.