Leaves on the ground, I wonder

That you can walk without a sound.

And oh, here we go again.

Tiptoeing around each other as though we wear our hearts on the outside

Like such fragile panes of glass.

And you say something I don’t quite hear

Shaking your head

Making me think I’m glad I didn’t

Catch that.

Though if I could I would photograph all your words and keep them with me.

Good and bad.

And oh, here we go again.

I wonder when you’ll break the silence and tell me

Things that I can hear.