Conversation

I’d like to read my words aloud to you.

Put aside the things we always do.

Heart to heart, tête a tête, breath of lungs and vibrating molecules.

Speech thinks like a noun and acts like a verb.

Conversation requires talk and understanding.

Cell phones fashion fences, guarded by text messages.

Communication tools now a barricade against the world.

Can’t I talk? Won’t you listen?

A connection wired with words requires at least two.

There is so much I want to relate to you.

Without an attentive ear it’s just words words words.

Is the answer to ‘how are you’ truly heard?

Empty promises atop a meaningless platitude.

Rote response and cliché phrase.

Do my words have meaning?

Am I talking to the ceiling?

Maybe I should stop.

You talk.