All The Other Things

You know I

Got to talking

And forgot how we even

Ended up 

Here

A half told

Life story

Interrupted with thoughts about

Other things

Elaborations

Angles of retrospect

I was supposed to tell stories about the park but

I told you all the other things

And it occurred to me that I

Wanted to hear your 

Stories

Even as you listen to me

For ages

Like no one else does

And there is an unsaid rule 

That your stories are

Secrets

Plentiful but rarely told

And I hope one day 

I will be able to do the same for you

Because there is too much 

In the past 

To just ignore

Even if it’s not

Relevant 

Anymore