truth is freedom

The riddles of contact when
the right words are missing
the startstop motion of
conversations on the
outskirts of issues
the implications in
silent downcast eyes
the frustrated complication of
inarticulation
the infected bated breath of
if only
and something is lost
in the translation
of your every desperate syllable
on its journey to my straining ears
as I still have failed to learn
what it is
you want from me.