cypher

you dance on your toes

when you talk to me.

your padded feet massage the floor

writing a message

i am unable to understand.

your eyes look at me

with hypnotic attention

demanding understanding

but i am blind.

it is only now, too late,

that i long to know what you had to say,

clearly more than an ordinary expression of animal longing.

then there was always time.

no more.

no more.

no more.

perhaps

that’s what you were trying to tell me

all along.