Maybe it's
the way I talk,
My words
too spaced out as if I'm in a never-ending daze.
I should've talked more,
I should've known what to say
always
Or maybe
I talked too much,
getting too overly excited
to where I fumble over my
jumpy
bubbly words.
I should've been more quiet.
Maybe then
I could've been a better listener
about the ways he felt
and thought.
