Colloquy.

I don’t have a lot that I can give
To people, but I can and I do
Give them words; words that are
A part of me, and every word
That I give to others, takes from
Me, a piece of myself, leaving in
Its wake a void; a void that
Could only possibly fill itself up
With words that I get from others,
But that’s the thing-
I don’t know any person
Who could give me words;
I get talk, I get banter, I get discourse,
But never the words that I need,
And I get hugs and every form
Of physical reassurance every
Once a while,
But never the words that I need,
And that makes me crestfallen
Because just imagining that
There’s no one who’d be able to
Give me words that they value
And that in turn I value,
Makes me want to cling to
Those that I have, but I can’t,
Because it’s what I do,
I give away words.