Tell Me Your Name

Meet you in the middle

Where we root through the weeds

Finding some type of commonality

We aren’t sincerely different

Actually, we are the same

Strip away the clothing

Take off the gold and glittering chains

Wash the day from your face

The weariness residing in your eyes

Just tell me your name

Leave behind your passion

Opinions rarely reveal a helpful clue

Of the path you have obviously chosen

For I know not where you go

Stars in your eyes for fame

Lost and found is an empty box

Abandoned spider webs decorate corners

Dust upon discarded thoughts

Onward one must move methodically

From that which you came

The day is long and demanding

Dancing upon the ends of endurance

We rarely decompress completely

Ordering a drink as we sit to dine

Grousing as we seek something to blame

I sit and watch this manic dance

Faces contorted or bathed in defeat

Laughter tinkles like a crystal glass

Comfort in oneself do I rarely find

Please, won’t you tell me your name?

Barb

@May 17, 2018