There’s somewhere that I need to go
A place but where I do not know
A feeling, a ripple, without a name
Yearning, fondly, I call it pain
My lips are chapped from the cold words I speak
My heart inflamed from the things I keep
I stare at walls and wonder why
I can’t stare beyond a concrete sky
Yes, I’m a fortress of full stops.
You, the surrounding river of question marks
Your arrival was an exclamation
Putting a comma in my comatose
Your words, the forgotten use of semicolons
Like the quote marks in the songs you hum
Inserting memories encased in brackets
With a nightly ellipsis of misunderstandings
Unprovided spaces misquoting truths
Not the possessive case of apostrophes
But curved like your guiltless smile
A question mark, why?
A li’l something I just wrote.