You Know What I'm Talking About

“You know what I’m talking about

You seem to close up like a bank vault

And won’t let anyone even get close to the door

Because your alarms go off.

You act too superficially.”

                                “So now you’re saying I’m superficial.”

“No, I feel that there are depths within you

But you fear……. oh, I don’t know.”

                                “You don’t know what?”

The silence wasn’t heard by the pair

As their minds exploded with the unsaid 

Saying without speaking

Communicating

In that unknown language of thought

“I just don’t know why you won’t relate.

Perhaps you don’t want to.

I might not be the person you really care for

Maybe we will never be able to understand.

I give, and you take and give nothing in return.

I’m tired of it!”

She stood silent and met his glare for a moment

And then turned away unable to stand his scrutiny.

He chuckled for a second or two.

                                “What so funny?”

“Nothing.”

But it was.

It was all so funny.

She seemed to want to climb out of or knock down

Her wall,

Her problem

Her fear

To shed a tear,

Or some light

Dissolve her fright.

 But,

Again, as usual, she had climbed to the top to look down

And seeing that the world was still around her,

She slapped another row of stones on top,

And eased back down into her prison.

To contemplate….

Why?

 

Written  2-22-1980

Revised 10-5-2020