Tears come unchecked in a stress ridden haze
yet outbursts fall musical flat on page,
currents between us, emotion, my dear
run a tempting rhythm when you are near.
Comfort it seems comes in hollow torrents
like a pumpkin’s shell, the inside is rent,
and your argument for logic is sound
but the emotional ground isn’t found.
These couplets are rhyming but don’t make sense
our actual wording leaves us bereft
of tangible strings woven through my soul
before I’m left shouting words like a fool.