You are in bad company.

You are the best man for me.

(anonymous)

I wrote this as I watched my nephew playing in the floor. 5-21-12.

Written by Elana Zablocki.

I can’t tell her that, no, no, no, because I don’t think the words would be true, if I even knew what the words mean. A Love of Silence… after a night of passion, a night of discovery; what is it that I have to say now? What words.

Why can’t we speak clearly anymore?

This poem is about how things are sometimes just in our minds, yet how crazy they make us feel.

This is a poem about feeling alone and waiting for someone to come along and rescue you from the feeling.

Confiding and relying, all just taken lightheartedly.