Disrupted Disillusion

I stand
on the same sidewalk
as you,
hammer in mouth -
pound down
on the pavement.
Birds have flown
from the wretched noise
(your claim to conversation).
We breathe -
heavy as anvils in our lungs,
tells tale of our madness.
I toss forever to you
only for it to land
at your feet.
The hammer comes down upon it.

Then, it is quiet.
I ask my mind for forgiveness,
ask my body to make a move,
ask for answers to the questions that sleep beneath my tongue.

I'll wait so long I'll turn to stone.