Perspicacity

When you're at a loss for words,

That's when I worry.

You always have something to say

And it's well put.

So when there's nothing,

It seems out of place.

Like I've fallen out of time

And the anchor has broken

From the chain.

Drifting away by the currents

That usually push us closer.

Silently letting myself float by.

Without language,

I don't understand

Who I am

Or where you are.

Yet I guess anyway

And my attempt are met in vain.

But I know

Silence has its uses.

Null and void can

Be a comfortable scope

With which to loose ourselves.

Still, it scares me...

... because it puts me at a loss for words