A note from you

We can all be silent and faceless if we want to be
I thought he was you
I don't find it insane to pretend to be another-- it could be fun
Something I would do in my teens and
The constructed emotion I see from you often
Shakes the saliva from my sixteen year old tongue
I am there (most of the time)
And when i'm not

I can't explain why

and I wish you wouldn't ask
We will get there one day
I think
And if we don't you will find another
That will remind you

where i am

(here)