when does a word turn into a pen?
an open mouth a seventeen lined poem,
a thought a fifteen page paper describing
what a mess my mind is and how I
needs to turn into us you or we,
yet it has only turned into a pen.
when did my dictionary stop accepting new words?
how is every question met with an
interesting or i don't know or sure
and a shrug of the shoulders, or a
may I have sometime to think
of an answer to this question please?
how did spending time replace
getting to know you's and when did
small talk replace explorative conversations,
late nights and long days filled with curiosity
attempting to know the other better
while simultaneously learning self better?
when did I lose touch?
how did adding 2 + 2 stop equaling 4
and it being left at that, no question
no challenge and no attempt at saying
otherwise comfort acceptance aka
lack of drive to know and to be known.
when did I get this way?
no way and every way at the same time,
why have my lack of words begun to be met
with an abundance of tears,
when did I become so emotional
and so wordless?
tell me when...