I’ve been collecting your details.
I wish you would tell me more.
I wish I was a know-it-all.
I’ll watch your favorite films,
listen to your favorite songs,
read your favorite books and remember every detail.
But you will never do the same.
You won’t watch my favorite films,
You haven’t even asked what they were.
You haven’t asked anything.
This feels like a one-way conversation,
Too often, too familiar.
I’m a know-it-all.
Of course I know how it ends.