turning volumes

There was noise
Around me. Your grip
Remaining like ice,
Not in a cold way,
I froze within
Emotion unspoken. They assumed
It was something else
And yet all I wondered of was,
If I was there
Would you erase the rest
Like nothing else
Was needed, required.
Fake smiling cracks
A single truth of you,
How you don’t tell
Ways to call me
In between small talk,
I heard every request.
And replied.
Without choice or decision.
I returned.
To an only
Learning new ways
To say thank you
From opposite seasons
As if difference
Could somehow express
My attraction of nothing
Beside this vision
Of you