It took me a long while to understand why you don't answer my questions.
It took years for me to learn that a silence and a sound can mean the same thing.
Your silence; yes, that took me a lifetime.
It will take me a lifetime to stop looking for answers.
It may haunt my every step that I don't know the meaning of your palms-up, fingers twisted shrug.
Your hands; yes, I will never forget your spider-leg fingers.
It takes me too long to figure out your jokes.
I never catch your laughter in time to understand it.
You laughter; yes, I never know how it holds so much more weight than a frown.
