Emanations Of The Heart

Ξ silk web Ξ

I pace the floor,

Back and forth.

I wait for more

Reassuring warmth.

I wait one minute,

Two minutes,

Three's gone by.

I wait an hour,

A day,

And still no reply.

I'm bombarded with questions-

What do I do?

Say?

Why?

Only to be bombarded with answers-

Nothing,

Silence,

Lies.

I tell myself get better,

Go back to your oak roots.

But then I take a glimpse back

And see that all stemmed fruits

Don't differ from whence they came-

Even oak-hard roots.