You always wonder what they are saying
once you’ve walked away.
In that second the sound-waves can still reach
your eardrums, you can hear them exclaim,
and you’re not sure if it is good, or bad,
but it’s something, and it’s in direct relation
If only you could linger a moment longer,
pretend to be a fly upon
a wall of invisible glass
so you can hear those secret words
that are spoken once you’ve passed.
But instead, you must walk,
walk on, pondering the answer to an equation
that may not be about you