Lines intersect

Some days the mind says more than
anything yet the mouth remains silent.
A tongue held in so many ways but
cam scream a million meanings.

Funny how friendships can be so
irregular on certain parts but thrive
on the balance of stress and chaos.
How so is that? The boundaries unfolded
and so many lines intersect.

Still no one can say one word that
has depth and meaning as much as
you do in one look. How so is that?

Though I stay, remain in the darkened
room I still see, I still feel but do I
hear, do I listen?

So much of me screams.  Finds
deep echoes and still the smile
says more. Yet does anyone else
understand it? Anyone else besides
you?

A doubt, perhaps,  that bounces inside
me. One I endure through. Pressing
the weight aside. Though would the
thought ever cross your mind to
inquire? An definite yes or no
question rambles inside me. Indeed
I walk with  certain curiosity.

Indeed I find wanting to shake
an answer from leaves in the air. Yet
what does that do? How is anyone
affected by the outburst?

Does anyone benefit or is it just
clear insanity that brings me to the
edge? Oh perhaps the crying and the
uncertainty does play a part but what
else am I to do when a wall is built?
When the talking becomes muted
and the thoughts are taped shut?

Yes I beg to understand  yet is that
even my place to inquire? Oh I shout
inside my watery steel grays. The
hope that  friendship isn't toiled,
tucked and rolled away into a
dirty old bucket.

Yes I pray. Still I may be vain.
I may be blunt and decisively
overbearing, yet why would I change
for you when none can be given in
return?

Indeed the endurance I bear. The
grievances I overcome and weigh
lightly upon tired feet, only make
me the better friend. Still is that
even what you want?

Perhaps the child in me begs
for approval but is defiant
enough to be strong to accept the
decisions you make. Perhaps that
is my lesson. Indeed the tears
roll. I sniffle back a cry but I
keep walking.

Perhaps not the show you wanted to
see but you asked to be my friend so
I insist you see the best, the worst,
the strong and the weak parts of me.
How else do you learn?

Indeed silence I give you. The command
I make upon myself. Sure when ready
a voice will be heard. Until then I
just listen.

Good day friend