To Divine Things Unsaid
they say things, you know
i can't tell whether to mark them true, or false
so tell me
do you ask after me, me when i'm not there, me
who would not ask, just find
or give up in fustration
talk talk talk
about me i'm flattered
you care
but what does it say - you ask
i seek i listen - you talk
about nothing and everything and i don't
understand but i listen
anyway, to hear something
unsaid
but isn't it all; should i not know
you know
if i wanted to say something
i would, don't worry
but i have nothing to say, so spaces go
unfilled just
like
this
see? a conversation!
between me and myself
far more common
than any other kind
because
i am not a talker
i am a thinker a dreamer a feeler
but empty spaces
do not go undivined
i care
don't dare think i don't - you can say
what you like
i will listen