How was your day
You complain
I never ask
You narrate the top headlines
The unruly maid
The unkempt help
The untimely call
The unnecessary gossip
The untidy laundry
The unhappy husband
The unseen sorrow
The unwell joys
The undoing of your mind
And if time permits
The tidings of the neighbors
Of siblings, cousins and nephews
Of promises broken and words unkept
Of those long lost
And the silent goodbyes
In my mind
I narrate the same
With words
Punctuated by silence
And then you complain
I never speak