I'm thinking of you.
And my thoughts are loud,
Can't you hear them?

It's like we're sitting
side by side,
and all these thoughts
take definition,
without restrictions,
words of no language.

The lights in this
curtained and rainy room,
are switched off so
our vivid faces
are turned grey.

And though you struggle,
to spit out simple words
that get anywhere close to
those burdens that
press outward in your mind.
I get it.
And your thoughts are loud,
I can hear them.