There is a whole lot of
bullshit out there, with, maybe,
even more misguided belief.
We blindly trust lovers,
and brothers, and
snake oil salesmen.
Perhaps I have been
one or another at some
point in my life, and still
cannot figure out how
an answer is contrived
without knowing, at 3:42 a.m.,
what you have to say.
What are you thinking, or do
you even bother considering
what you meant to me?
Are you so comfortable in your
silence, wrapped up in silken
dreams, that all of this remains
a mystery?

j.g.l.