Talk to Me – Part 1

“Talk to me,”

my words stretch out

begging you to drop a penny

of your thoughts mercifully

to save me from having to guess

what was swarming in your mind.

“Talk to me,”

I whispered again,

yearning to hear what part of you

you are willing to share with me

the way I have given my words to you.

“Talk to me,”

I cried through streams of tears

desperately wanting the touch

of your words to soothe the mute

numbness that covered my heart.

You reached out through the silence

and pulled me close to you.

I heard your heart beat against your chest,

listened to your story that ran through your blood,

and read your whole life in your eyes.

No words escaped your lips,

to join the prison of my mind.

A mind that watched

from the window of language

to a world that lived outside.