He remembers <br />he stopped <br /> <br />listening to her <br /> <br />just gazed at her <br />intently <br /> <br />wondering how she’d come to be <br />beside him. <br /> <br />He saw her lips <br />drawn back in scarlet laughter. <br /> <br />the narrow neatness of her teeth <br />(each tooth perfect) <br />a tiny bubble of saliva...at the corner of her mouth. <br /> <br />Everything was just <br />the same but <br />different <br /> <br />it seemed the sound <br />of the world <br /> <br />had been turned down <br />or rather sound had not been invented <br /> <br />and he gazed <br />at every pore <br /> <br />every little freckle <br /> <br />getting lost <br />in the glisten of her eyes <br /> <br />the flowing river of her <br /> <br />hair <br /> <br />and then the sound <br />appeared again <br /> <br />as if he had been <br />Rip Van Winkle <br /> <br />returning to find her <br />accusing him <br /> <br />“...of not even listening! ” <br /> <br />And he swore <br />that he had <br /> <br />and he had <br /> <br />been listening <br />but with his eyes <br /> <br />and he had seen <br />everything she said.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeing-everything-she-said/
