These words are yours, not mine…

These words are yours, not mine,

Based on the images we see.

Words belong to you,

Names and ideas are yours too,

For your longing, your aching,

And your subtle wondering.

When pulling the long liquid string 

From my brain, and dragging 

Its inky residue across this vacant space,

I think of you, you and your hardened gaze

Upon a silver coin;

Neither smiling nor saddened,

Simply held in suspension,

With a face that reads my words back to me 

In a glance.