All I seem to do,
is always get confused by you
You there, with your quiet cool
earphones always on

I know you see me.
I know you see me.
-----but you would never acknowledge that---


I shouldn't, oh, but I do.


I could walk right on over there, rip those damn earphones out of your ears, demand an explanation for whatever in the hell you listen to, that rock crap I hear all the way from--

--demand an reaction

To demand a reaction other than those earphones perpetually in stuck in those ears, those stoic silences I know too well.

. . . I want to see that shy smile you offered me once before . . .
that beautiful, unseen smile.

You glow from the inside,

I know.

don't hide it from me. please.


september 2 '09