because you've not asked me

I have nothing to give

these words must float as clouds, like fog, obscuring light

because you must be looking past them, for the meaning

or for me

and I don't have those to give

except through words,

and those not chosen but found, not arranged but scattered, like crumbs

what would you even ask

what answer?

if you read aloud, perhaps?

but even then. there are worlds around you

louder than any word.