The arrow points to you

I look at the clock on the desk

I look at your reflection on the TV screen

I mumble a bit of nonsense

I try my best not to be obscene

I look at your photo on my phone

I reach to pick up and text you once more

I type a bit of nonsense

Now the ball is in your court

I go out of my way to talk to you

I listen to your voice and I fall beyond return

I don't hear any nonsense

So patiently I await your turn

I see you and it's hard to look away

I become frozen but from a loving Medusa, who knew?

I've never seen your nonsense

But now the arrow points to you

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