empty weather

Shall we talk about the weather
Or what came before?
Shall I ask you how you’re doing
Or snidely even up the score?

In haste I’ll make a comment
As though it weren’t rehearsed
And I’ll wait for a reaction
That will erase the hurt

You’ll say you just don’t get it
Declare you weren’t aware
I’ll say it doesn’t matter
And claim I never cared

And you will swear that it’s the truth
And I will swear it too
But only one will bear the weight
That was meant for two


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