another little ditty.

and i asked
what's going on
as if i didn't know
attempting to play the vicious games
only children play
questioning him
as if my mind was his
tabla rasa to fill...well refill really
i found myself
needing him
to speak
just because i found myself
forgetting the sound of his voice
really the sound of disapproval
mixed with a longing
one that somehow only i could fill
and now i find myself
making my own desperate sounds
asking him
to wait
and then to stay
so i can tell him
to leave.