He is chatty, hard not to cry.
Where did you/me go so awry?
I remember me/him brand new
when every word uttered our love grew.
Now words ony about him; making me batty.
My absence, I dwell, very quiet, as he is chatty.
I don’t listen anymore…I hurt.
Ears, once tuned to him, I advert.
Can not stand not hearing my name.
Means his heart I no longer tame.
With my heart breaking, I sit like a good Christian.
My head’s making my escape while I don’t listen.