I wonder.

I wonder if, your head is filled with 

Thoughts of words you want to say, like mine. 

I’m wondering if my schedules are just more blank than yours,

while you have 24 hours, maybe I have four more.

I’m wondering if you prioritize our game of words

Like I do. 

I’m wondering if with every passing day, 

you feel a little guilt that you have yet to say what you want to say. 

I’ve said what I can, 

i’ve been the writing man, 

placed my words in your hand.

Spent the time and written out within the seconds that I can.

And yet, 

I’ve written to a black hole, a full scroll, with a hand that is my own

And a tongue that you’ve seen grow. 

I wonder if you’ve given thought,

To the fact that its not a chore, 

But just a high show of care and more.

And maybe to you a reply doesn’t seem that important,

doesn’t seem to matter, but god, 

I just wanna see that it does to you 

and that your head is like mine, 

thoughts of words that you want to say like mine. 

But I will just continue to wonder, 

And continue to stare, towards the thin air, 

that stands between your fingers and your page. 

I’ll wait, and wait, and nothing will change.

And i’ll still be here, standing, sitting 

Waiting for some words from your hand, your month,

appearing on your page from your mind. 

I’m sorry that to me words are important.