You Talk To Me

Poem: Curtains and fries, jeans and cobwebs

You talk to me
I hear your words but
They float right through me
Hardly noticed, barely recognised

You tell me something
And my mind drifts
To the shed needing emptying
To the dresses and jeans that will fit me soon

Mmm, hungry now
Dutch bitterballen, best with mayo
And golden fries, oh so scrumptious 
Focus! Think about the clothes I’ll wear

Got to buy birthday presents
And will the curtains still be available?
Need to order them now
Before they run out of stock. Oh, and hooks!

You spoke to me
And I forgot to listen and
Concentrate. Too many thoughts
Now you look at me, head tilted

Oops. Missed that one. 
I shake my head
Remove the cobwebs 
‘Sorry, could you repeat that, please?’

©Caz.C.Cole