Tedious People Should Text More Than Talk

Time to tame the monkey mind again as I'm looking in your eyes.
Your mouth is moving yet I find it oddly soothing to live inside my mind.

The topic you alight upon was interesting before.
Before you shared it all, and then more...
and more.....
and more.........

Oh God! my silent plea, for my ears are bleeding, and my mind is beating a path to the nearest door.

You're a nice enough gal, truly you are.
But the minutia of your life on my brain,
is leaving quite a scar.

I'm getting desperate now, yet you remain oblivious to my plight. You drone on and on and on. Think fast! I need an excuse to end this tedious fright.

I must take a meeting, my daughter is sick, I left my husband on the phone and he can be such a dick

I have to move my car so I don't get a ticket. My nose is itching and I have to go pick it.

I begin the slow retreat towards the nearest exit.
Im done being polite. Whatever you have left to say,
can you please just text it?