"i've never heard you speak,"
i thought i said,
"i've never even seen you smile"
and she's the queen of things unsaid
and i'm the voice that just won't quit


together we drown in our sea
of hopeless anonymity
the fabric that makes us the same
is the same that keeps us apart


"i know you think about me,"
she whispered,
"i'm not sure that that's okay"
"i'm sorry if this isn't quite,
what you had expected,"
i replied


then i awoke, forlorn and quiet
and i feel myself plummeting to earth
its too late now
the door's not open
i close my book and...