everybody talking to somebody apart from me. <br /> <br /> <br />The birds in the ribs of the trees, <br />are deep in winged words of discussion, <br />The man in the ancient red phone box, <br />speaks in one tone boredom to his wife. <br />The eastern winds argue with the western winds, <br />debating in the open sky. <br />The cars, even the cars communicate, <br />with flashing lights and horns that hit walls. <br />Everybody's talking to someone apart from me. <br />like the alien at a family party, <br />I stand beside a rainfull of chitter chatter, <br />and not one single droplet falls on me.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everybody-s-talking-to-someone-apart-from-me/
