Ramblings And More Ramblings

i like talking to myself, and so i just keep on talking
about anything else
no one hears it of course except myself
and like this sentence construction there is no period
not even a comma for this is a kind of talk that does not want to end

only when you are around and you talk endlessly too when i begin to listen.
and attentively i give everything to you
you fill me with words and words and the conversations keep going

i like to think that i am making a poem for you silently in my mind.
but it is not

i am more of going inward lost in my thoughts unable to find where is the way
out of this journey

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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