Talking at each other without listening
hoping that something might sink in.
One insisting that the other
was an integral part
of some life-changing tragedy.
(“They were all jealous, thinking
no one could have a connection like that-only Carolyn.”
“At the funeral
you made a lot of people jealous.
I mean you’d have been confused too.
That’s how I know you.”)
The other asking questions
wondering what it is
that they started talking about
in the first place.
(“What are we,
what are you talking about?”
She kept digging
in some futile attempt to discern meaning.
“We don’t…your baby is crying.”)
When there was a lull
I half expected the confused half