I can wait

You make your coy frown and apologize for taking my time. You had a great deal of gossip. You remembered all those important things to say, which couldn’t wait, you said. You say you worried about me, waiting, waiting to talk with her. You say you’re sorry that I’m quiet; you say you’re guilty that I’m patient. Well, that’s OK, forget it, because I can listen, and I’m tired. Let me think.

May 1971