I have been on the roam,
On a thousand roads home,
none leading back to your smile,
So would you wait a while?
Its selfish to ask,
But I have put myself to task,
Wracking my brain,
For a single thought train,
To explain why it’s not the same,
Saying your name.
Vague and vain,
I have nothing to gain,
in the nitty gritties of saying “boo”,
Or chiming along “me too”.
Taking pleasure in the silence,
Anxious to keep a balance,
Between my secretive tongue,
And a convoluted memory bank.