through your ways

do you hear me and can you imagine my words?

when you whispered and stared at me what did you seek?

did the moments become a song or a poem and you couldn't put

it all together or did you just play it off like a hallmark card?

i figured that you were pretending to understand the message

and timing and yet we both were lost and words never materilized

how scary is to be a poet and still not able to digest meanings

and context?

and where does the next phrase and sentence come from?