This is for you,
Wordsmith.

In between the lines
where everything lies
I wonder
if you misread.

The conversations 
we never had.
They happened 
all in our heads.

I wonder if 
I misread.

I see we are trading places.
You like creating spaces.
What is it supposed
to make me feel?

A walk through the surreal,
or perhaps, a
I just can’t deal?

You are quite the architect.
Do you work pro bono?
Don’t take the money
was never really for you.

Dot dot dot.
Is that all you’ve got?
That’s a pretty boundary line.
Not an easement.

Now that you checked 
yourself out,
I need a new muse.
One that doesn’t confuse.

You set your own trap.
The game of cat and mouse 
ended in a glass house.

Do you feel like a winner?
Did you forget to build the door?

Maybe it is time we traded places.
Let me create the spaces.

Are we done decoding?
String some letters together.
Forge some sentences.

Maybe we can then
come to an understanding,
instead of constantly assuming.

Maybe we can have some fun
instead of dying in a pun.

So much lived in between the lines.
Perhaps it’s time we crossed them.