"You always have so much to say in your poems, how come you quiet now?"
I'll tell you why
It's because,
I shift the words in my tongue to my paper,
It's because,
I marinate it well enough in my feelings for you to see a clear picture
I then watch and hear the "I relate to this so much, you couldn't have said it better"
Claps and snaps here and there almost as if it's a pastor reading a scripture
I thank you and tell you I appreciate your feedback
I watch you depart, and only wonder,
You still want my response to the questions you ponder?