I envy you
your quiet life
of which I am
no part
we speak in
roundabouts
where events
are always
so-so
an average sum
of which I know neither
your lows
nor
your joys
I envy you
your quiet life
of which I am
no part
we speak in
roundabouts
where events
are always
so-so
an average sum
of which I know neither
your lows
nor
your joys
Empty pleasantries
Curl as smoke
In one ear and out the other
Like pleasant icing
Our talk flows effortlessly
A pressure released