A Conversation, Though it Would Seem

Written: Monday, July 28, 2008 at 11:17am

My words float to the floor.

What’s wrong?

Again I feel it.
Why?
My words float to the floor.
Compressed by unfeeling.

Really, what is it?

Nothing.
Never mind.
Totter on my feelings, I do not feel it.
I wait, always behind you.

What’s wrong?

My feelings wrong.
Why?
My words float to the floor.

Really, what is it? What’s wrong?

Nothing.
Never mind.
Feelings remain on the floor.
Am I repeating that which has been done?