It was absurd
how chatty I was that night.
Are you never traumatized by the parrot I might actually be.
the miracle Is that
I picked it up when
Somewhere in between the phone call.
you suddenly stopped talking back
Just like that.
No cause. no reason.
You were inviting me into a different type of chatty.
love, how rude…
until i adjusted to the silence.
a part of you was still speaking…
Commanding the same part of me to
start speaking too.
It took me some words further down my mind
Before my heart told my head to quit thinking
And so I stopped talking.
or thinking, about talking.
There was a whole language waiting on us
to provoke it.
intense was the air.
Liquid was the feel.
my inner being was glad to be
addressing it’s own kind.
no matter how hard i try
I can’t re-live it in my mind or soul
That’s not where it happened
and i get moody about how
There is no poetry rich enough
To describe the realm where the highest being…
a human being.
(no picture is yet to match the sentiments of this piece)