As I'm talking to an adult,
thoughts of you whispering in my ear
like a child telling me a secret.
Thoughts of you - start stop
but get cross-circuited
like a wet match
that can't give fire.

It's an invisible wind
that blows out the match.
Is it your busyness that snuffs
out my attempts for fire?
Do you blow out my attempts for light
or do I?
Hmm - m -