Talk
I want someone to talk to me.
I rant and rave, tweet and type
and make all the noises I can think to
in this world of ours.
I even say some words out loud.
But usually,
my only responder is silence.
I am tired of having conversations
with shrugged shoulders as my partner.
I wish that you would make some noises too.
At least then while we are lovemaking,
I will feel like it matters that I am there with you, a person.
Instead of just my shadow in the dark.
Or, at least in the afternoon,
you could say hello when I walk into the room,
or tell you something.
But there is no one to talk to me.
My words only sit across from silence still.
And so I will fill this table with my laptop screen,
and seek to douse this loneliness in the chatter
of a world out there having its own conversation.
I go online to have the world talk at me,
so that maybe all the buzz will help me feel okay.
I wish someone would talk to me.
Quill Aquiver 