Silent Call Poem by Living Experience

It’s funny when we think we know,
But really don’t know much at all,
We think we can communicate,
Then you receive the silent call.

The silent call is a little game,
That too many insist on playing,
With the body language and no words,
Leaving one confused and hanging.

Waiting for the words to come,
To what they really want to say,
Hanging on the illusive hope,
That the rules didn’t change today.

Rules do change as people do,
Though some rules don’t apply,
When you hide the real meaning,
Many people interpret it as a lie.

It’s not that you’re a liar,
That’s not what I’m trying to say,
But when you give mixed messages,
Someone was confused and hurt that day.

Whether it was or wasn’t intentional,
Only you’d really know the truth,
All I’m saying is with your lack of effort,
You come off as rather aloof.

The point I’m trying to make is,
To make one assume is so absurd,
There are those that should mean enough,
That you could surely find some words.