What have you been thinking?
Nothing.
When have you ever answered this question of mine?
Yet, you keep asking.
I wait to talk to you, and you’re always lost. I wonder if
you ever belonged to me!
Yes, you must ask yourself if you want any answer,
whatsoever.
Like the two of us, in separate rooms thinking about each
other. Not talking to each other?
May be.
Don’t I deserve a better explanation than that?
Yes.
I can’t believe I’m still talking, still waiting for you to
talk.
I know.
What do you know? That I’m a fool living with you all these
years, deprived of your love? Not love, courtesy it must be.
I have nothing to say.
Nor do I. I’m not insane to keep talking to a wall. A wall
might even listen!
Yeah.
What’s wrong honey? Why have you been so indifferent? Look at
me.
You know that I love you.
Yes, but I want to hear it from you. I can’t always assume. And
what is that you keep thinking? You don’t say much and that makes me worried.
There are 30thousand thoughts. The thought would have died
before I talk to you or even myself… see you’re thinking now.
Because I don’t understand you.
Nor do I.
Do you understand me?
Not completely.
Nor do I.
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