Quiet coldness stings

       Truly find irritation when being hushed and finding
the playing cards not just from my hands. Why is it that
I am always so trusting.

       Sadly the truth weighs and the ache of disappointment
sits so well. A momentary gain for only one it seems.
How, why it matters I cannot know. Yet it does.

        So pitiful is this child. The talk that wars inside
my head. You know I strive to keep my composture
when no thanks is given. Just like the kid who ran out
after acquiring his candy.

       So no smile just a walk. Well I know I have done
my job well. The trembles prove that. Must just
be satisfied that is all that can decorate the air.

       Just a little bit of bitter salt to remain upon
a corner. A reminder of a job well completed. So
I guess.

     Pity that the transactions placed seem as
though specks of dust. Please correct the trembling
hands for the good night is like the payment
of services.

    Intriguing that a helping can be treasured but
the quickness can leave bitterness. Time is essence.
Yes I understand to certainty. Yet why rush?

    Alas the sigh has to draw me closed once more.
The warmth of the covers have make the cocoon
tighter. The words have to cease long enough to
realize dreams are placed in sleep for illusion.

   So good night as a bit of a flash examines your
haste. The inquiry of the leftover flavoring contains
a bit of hesistation for I am sure as the sun is bright,
you did not expect a moment of truth in my words.

   So now you glance wondering what the talk is
all about. Dare you ask you will chalk it up to my
emotional standings. Ha. So you assume.

     No. Cheesy coldness hurts. When given warmth
give it back tenfold if not one hundred fold. Dont just
walk away as though no words entertained space.

     Only creates the wonder of if I am the only one
or more cling inside.

      Just a thought to ponder on your next walk.

                     Indeed.