Not much rain here, but we got the cloud show.
Love me with your words.
You feel it in your heart and know it in your head,
but across miles, I can’t feel it.
I can’t feel it in pithy quotes and Youtube samples,
FB funnies and brain-teasing games.
I can’t feel it in expensive gifts or discount flowers.
Silence is a wall, trapping in and trapping out,
and I can’t read your mind, so
love me with your words.
. . . layered strands of evening.