You always speak when you’re eating.
You don’t talk when you’re speaking.
I can’t hear when you’re teaching.
There’s too much space when you’re reaching.

Five weeks on and my knees still won’t part.
It’s like it’s been from the start.
There’s some progress that we can chart.
It’s enough to have heart.

It often seems like I’m crazed.
Wondering about stuff for days.
Alienating you with my ways.
We hardly seem to speak these days.