Mr. Cable Man

You roused me from my sickly sleep

when you pounded on my door;

asking the most trivial questions

and referring to previous conversations

with my parents.

 

I yawned and nodded,

shuffling to the side;

the whats and whys didn't intrigue me

I just wanted you to move quickly

so I could collapse in bed

once more.

 

With my direction

you set out to do your job

and ran into more complications

than you anticipated.

 

It was then that you told me

sometimes it was good to be

a large cable man,

but other times

you wished for nothing else

than to be smaller.

 

After you wrote my receipt

petted my dog

and left my home

I pondered your words;

and wondered why you chose

to share that thought,

those insecurities,

with me.