Andy, Andy where are you?
Your red carpet and hands
are folded up
The lights are off
the door is shut
I wait and wait
for a feeler
a hint or opening
You don't" budge.
I wait
sometimes contented
sometimes my guts yell
out to you.
What is going on inside
your village of thoughts?
What people/person
is walking through the corridors of your mind?
You know how the news is printed on the outside
of newspaper buildings?
Well, your walls are blank.
I don't know how to handle this.
The puppy wants to play and cuddle
What do you want?