Missing Conversations

Too often –

All too frequently –

The missing words –

Speak more than the conversation –

Do you regret it?



Any other time of year-

I look outside for an escape, to escape.

Not today, the cold it seems has expanded from inside me to out. 

Desolate, sad, and the anti-hope.

There is no relief.

I seek release.

Instead, I’ll run my pen over the paper yet another time.