phone call late morning
from my local surgery
we’re doing a survey on depression
do you have a minute to talk?
on a scale of 1-10 would you say…..?
& it goes on for about five minutes
at the end she says thank you
sighs, one more done, completed
& she was the first person I’d spoken to
but that wasn’t in her survey
I’d been ticked off a list
no need to question this one anymore
there was no point I could jump in
say, can I take a minute of your time?
talk about my latest flame who’d burned me
down to my very core…
& that’s the problem with men
we don’t talk