Sometimes our hearts
Arrive at places
That our minds can’t quite
Make sense of,
Entire landscapes of emotion
With no landmarks
For our cognition.
Words fail
While feelings rage,
Knowing things deeply
That we are yet to find
A language for,
Tasting feelings
With no menu of thought
Sitting in a familiar room
And all at once feeling
As though
You never knew it.
Meeting a person
And wishing you could talk;
Knowing that the
Conversation would be
Everything-
And yet also knowing that
You never can.
Or will.
Disorientation.
Unmet needs
Unspoken truths
Inadequate explanations.
Being human is
Weird.
We don’t always
Make sense-
Even to ourselves.