Wait on the platform in silence
New Jersey transit train
Factory with broken out windows
Across the way
We’re a lot like them
Once perfectly clear
Begging to be seen through
Lately just shattered and edgy
Nothing to be seen through to
Please say something
But I don’t either
We’re not touching and
Pride is our proud leader
My chest is aching and heavy with
One million words weighed down
Inmates of my explanations
Imprisoned in my mouth
Oh to just say them
But I don’t know how
To articulate the truth
When you are resentful, quiet
I know I am, too
Please say something
But I don’t either
The train is coming around
So why don’t we?
I’m still hoping
The end is so much sweeter
We’ll start trusting
That Holy Ghost healer
