Words have never failed me

Not till recently.

The fact of proper enunciation 

And flow

Hindered by unhinged thoughts

Running rampant along train tracks

Waiting to be hit by the right adjective. 

I fail to find responses for my actions,

Even as I spew my heart to the world

I shout for those I care for

And whisper for those much more

I implement them in my stories 

And send laughter filled pies

I stutter through the reservoir 

Of things on my mind

To pick the perfect anecdote 

Or write through fog and slime 

So beautifully you struggle,

To voice what I can sing

And though my response was crafted

With loose threads, with string 

Listen to the night dark blue

I whisper once, 

I love you too.