I listen to you

I listen to you through my eyes,
as it takes you 30 seconds to unlock the door;
I listen to you through my nose,
as you breath triggers my rage;
I listen to you through my touch,
it's difficult for you to stand up straight;
I listen to your with my tongue,
your tears taste like martini.

And yet,
I keep listening,
until you crawl into bed
with assistance.
You say that I should understand your sorrow;
I wonder what is the point,
for you always choose alcohol before me.

Maybe there is a misunderstanding
in our circle;
I shall never be on the top of your list
as a console party.
Words, sometimes are just sounds we utter,
from time to time
I have the illusion that they actually have any significance.

I listen to you with my body,
it is your job to correctly interpret my gesture,
if you are ever
capable of it.