small musings, part 2

      Imagine I was in a bubble
in a bubble                     in a bubble
and said                           yes
goodbye,                          barely see
    that you                    stand
there while                   your mouth
moves questions  and sentences

I breathe in   and out like sleep
 
 
 

 you go away...

 with your thoughts
 I am ever alone
 to watch you finger at a bubble

 not me
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

are there words between you and me
to say the world that never meets
between us
i hate when you're sad
it makes me listless
i lost my words a long time ago
my song dropped out of my throat
i'd love to give you a tune
but i do not know what is there
in me, in reality, and with us