Conversation: You

Teach  me to talk, to say my hi's and bye's without feeling blue.

I'd like to be in a room full and talk about some life tunes.

Puff my pipe in the evening over some folktales with Friends.

Or not.

Here  is the thing, I sit with people but talk to myself

I hardly join in the conversations that involve moving my mouth

I'd rather talk to me in my head

The conversations are better like that

You don't have to worry about saying something wrong

Everything is right when said to you

Especially the beautiful demeaning comments you long to make

You can take no offense to You

I'd rather talk to You

But I start to stammer

Worry clogs my thoughts

My voice fails me

Fear takes my wheels

I start to sound unsure of the facts embedded within me

Talking to me makes me mad

Its very beautiful, maybe beauty is maddening

Maybe I don't know what beauty is

Here we are, you holding a conversation with me

Me holding a conversation with me