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.