Where Are We?

Unspoken

He stands there but walks away,

The words written in his eyes are undeniable.

I try to persuade my heart that what my brain is saying is true,

But sometimes truth and trust can be found in anyway possible.

Perhaps diving off the edge of a cliff to find the reasons why.

The only question is if a doctor can put back together my bones, who will be there to stitch up my heart?

I believe him, though the words are unspoken.

I risk it, though I know with every step I am proved to be more naive.

Even in a dream.