a conundrum to deconstruct, but only if you will.

you speak with the silence.
i don't know how it works.
your mouth moves in the correct patterns,
but no sound escapes those lips.
you are a mystery to me.

i think i like this too much.
the game of give and take.
then again,
it's only inside my head.
that airport terminal.
you're passing through.
no delays this time.
i wish i could've caught you in the blizzard.
but you got your way,
with clear blue skies.
so move onto the next one.

i sit and stare at myself in the mirror.
the invisible(s).
deconstruct myself for you.
what is it worth?
when all those others are playing too.

i need a rookie.
i need a saint.
all you are is a patron of deceit.
good luck to you in this, or any other, life.
i can promise you one thing,
if nothing else.

you will give new meaning to lonely heart's club band.