the constant pressure of language and motion.

If actions speak louder than words
You heard
"I must be whispering instead of shouting
Movements."
But that wasn't my intention,
You see
We're both just mumbling about through
Doubts
So now things are building up and pushing forward
"To what,
Where and why?"
I ask enough times in silence
To your back,
Another single day or
Chance meetings, hit or miss
Waiting for something to shift
Is like murmurs on my hands
Or sighs along your fingertips
It's not a fabrication of lies
To say the least
Sitting down the other day
Was a paragraph from your eyes
An action followed by others
Makes me consider things differently.