just because you spoke to me doesn't mean I didn't listen doesn't mean I didn't hear doesn't mean I don't love you it is just that sometimes the sounds the words get jumbled even though we speak the same language the words and thoughts get misplaced in my brain sometimes I am on a treadmill trying to catch up other times I am in a sawmill trying to put the dust back on the boards so much is missing at times or is replaced that I am stumped by a simple Hello and I don't know if your angry with me by your stance I see your mood but the words don't match the sounds you make all I hear are sirens of panic my panic because I want you to love me even though you don't know who I am really am I don't even know myself All I know that both of us are looking for something we can't see and our voices are not heard congruently sometimes the dishwasher speaks clearer than you I can understand the swish and picture the water swirling around but you are so much more than that your animations are hidden inside (The thought of seeing that, makes me laugh, as if a movie reel could pop out from your head, and spin me a tale or tell me a story of how my life began) But I am here with you with golden eyes staring and sometimes looking away hoping someday we can converse in more than gestures that have gone astray