Eavesdropping

A bucket of gibberish spluttered
through electric wire.
Unfelt feelings attached to words
once swallowed through the eyes
or assimilated via hearing, and now
regurgitated by the slick-salivating tongue
through the mouth of the speaker.

The listener absorbs these sound
frequencies, then reacts mechanically
to calculate the angles, sighs, and tone
to use in sugar-coating a lie that fits
the description of a proper answer
to feed the fantasies of the speaker.

This soul-draining process carries on
repeating itself for two seemingly eternal hours.

And I, the bored-to-death couche-sharer, listened in.
I eavesdropped with studied negligence fully aware
of the guilt stirring inside of me and
feeling a stinge of regret as a portion of my life
is torn out of me

Oh! my precious seconds!
i listened, i listened and i died