Issue 5, April 2008

I often find myself asking
My tongue if it hears my thoughts
And sees the condition of my heart,
Then why won’t you…
“Say something”?

If a man holds the key to unlock
The chains of a woman’s inner flow
With the words that his heart tells
His mouth to let go. And if this woman
In return can embrace every phrase
Cultivate each sentence, turn his verses
Into praises, then why won’t they…
“Say something”?

Now if I could just sit back and
Listen and not say a word and just
Let my heart sample everything that
I’ve heard convincing myself that there’s
Really no need to speak on the subject,
But my insides would plead…
“Say something”.

I saw you today from a distance
I smiled, and just for that instant
My Earth shook, the world stopped,
Dead silence, lips locked,
People froze. Nothing moved. Our
Hearts start to groove, and as my
World began again to run slow motion;
There you stand across from me; I
See us one split second face to face
Close enough for lips to taste. I
Hesitate to…
“Say something”.

The moment’s gone. You walk away
Wishing you stayed; then I spot
The note you dropped. I open it. It reads
“Please let today be the day that I,
That he, that we, for the first
Moment…
“Say something”.