Pick up this phone.

It feels so cold.

Ignore the fact,

It doesn't have a dialtone.

Smile at me,

Through that thick window,

I'm glad to see you,

Even for these few minutes.

Now stop your crying,

You know we can't be long,

And forget what they are telling you,

No, you don't belong.

How was your day?

Yes, that is great news.

No new bruises,

I'm happy for you.

How am I?

Child, we don't have the time.

It's not a song and dance,

We don't have to rhyme.

I love you, dearly.

It has never stopped.

And one day when is seen clearly,

We will forget this loss.

Moments and seconds,

Please don't look away,

Even through unseen torture...

You...you have such a beautiful face.

eternally examining

my own internal workings

picking apart rusty gears

and wondering how they were corroded.

entangled in enigmas

where questions only breed more questions,

not an answer

to be found.

ending in exertion,

defeat becomes inticing

and victory feels vexing,

maybe it's better

if we stop trying

to know the answer.