Quality Time
You’re engaged when you tell your stories.
Touch my arm, my side, my hip.
Striving to make the connection.
But your eye wanders.
I watch you watch the pretties as they walk by.
Your eyes follow them.
As if they are more important.
And my walls go up.
When I tell stories you don’t hold focus.
And my walls go up.
You let your attention be elsewhere.
And my walls go up.
How can there be a connection… when you don’t connect?
I don’t know if you know that you do this.
But you should.
Because you can not make a connection if you don’t give your connection.
And for me, I say “no thank you” because if I am not the focus of your attention, you are not worthy of my committment.
