Second to second

        It seems as days go by I am
the one always talking. Not sure if that
is intentional or that it is necessary
that my words are left alone.

         Perhaps necessity differs from
second to second. Yet  so many times I
find the my voice choked. Perhaps
the quiet does speak volumes.

        Pressing away from layers I
cannot assume any wonderful
expressions. I just have to cling to
hope that I did nothing to harm
layers of leftovers.

      Disturbed by the coded
hellos and random concerns
of my person I cannot help but gather
the ironic laughter. Some that just
pulls from within.

    Still I remain distant. Leaning
in to hope just one sincere wave
is real, not a dream I have viewed
over and over. Alas no clarity is
weighed. Just a lingering thought.

      Alas though what could be the
tiniest figures. It just doesn't
fit. Yet who is to understand
what is possible. I don't push. I only
place hope there.

     A sigh echoes as the night comes
to a moonlit closure. The brisk
winding breeze comforts me.
Holding me here for a tender smile.

    Just hoping. Indeed a dream I can
hold onto. Possible to find a way.
Dreaming.  The best part of me.

    Bother not if the sentences make
the mind whirl. Just send a checked
yes. Though of what you may inquire.

     Dare I call you a name. No.