I’ve been sitting in my bed with a glass on my hand. Trying to figure out a way for me to understand to this talk we just had. Questions I have asked somebody yesterday, about the sadness in your eyes. From the biggest smile are you facing away? Questions I have asked some about how you feel. Only eyes reveal. Your answers are for real. But I can’t read your mind, not this time. I just want to know what you’re going through. I don’t feel wrong about asking you. But, I can’t read your mind, not this time. There were times when you don’t want to say. But there are problems in your head that you can’t explain. I have been that way. Maybe there’s a hug or a kiss or two, but, not forever do. If only I’d reach you. Maybe I’m a child. Maybe I’m a woman. Maybe I am old. Maybe I sense something, the reasons to push me away. Maybe I have laughed, maybe I have cried. But never did I try to put hurt on your side. But I can’t read your mind, not this time.

I’m going on my third week of silent madness. It still is crazy. It’s taking more time and more effort for me to bounce back.