Silent siren

My left ear was muted by the grey sweater on your shoulders. 'Oh, excuses excuses excuses.'

For i left a word cold and a sentence unattended while I harmonize the ruffles on your sleeve. It made you unhappy. Maybe my effort didn't work along well with my timing, Or maybe i was busy when you needed an answer the most. I didn't know where to keep my ears at or where to place my hands at after that. No where seems right, like i'm trying too hard to fit in a corner of the profound comfort. I am not asking someone to hold my hands from my knees , stroke my hair and tell me everything is alright. I just need some confidence and faith from .. you and your grey sweater. That i can cling on them again and if i missed out a word you uttered, you'll just let it run along with the wind.

We're all children, we all need approval.

Jean-Dominique Bauby said.

And I am sorry, i let myself on you and your grey sweater .

Occasionally silent because i was simply being comfortable with how you make me feel.