I am waiting-
for you to tell me your coast is clear.
Lines of communication are breaking up-
Like celebrity relationships.
Static-filled like long-distance calls.
Foggy like a Seattle bay in April.
I want clarity.
Wait.
I want to give you clarity.
Your silence sealant fills your cracks.
I can not penetrate.
I can not get through.
So lay there
Open on white cutting board-
Waiting for a moment when you can forget the pain,
Abandonment,
Alienation,
Loneliness.
It shouldn't exist but it does-
Keeping you from producing deliciousness and awesomeness.
No
dipped white chocolate.
expensive wine or champagne.
It doesn't take those materialistic means.
Just know-
You are wounded
But
You are special.