I’m not sure you’re listening
to the unsaid and unheard
conversation that is happening
between moments in the noise
that surrounds every moment

I’m not sure you’re hearing
what seems so loud around you
in the dance around the obvious
thoughts that hang in the silence
between the known and unknown

I’m not sure you know what is
right in the memories so deep
and the moments that drift
by every time you ponder a
future that can never come

I’m not sure, so we still wait
and watch for a time to say
what is unsaid and unheard
until a quiet moment appears
and allows silence to speak