Understanding

In your greenroom of emotions,
headphones on, I am listening
to the white noise that your lips make
when they dab upon each other.

Blind to the spectacle behind
I am stuck waiting to the side.

Your story, what is now spoken
is to me like ice, thawing out
those feelings that have been melting
in your eyes. I can't see the doubt

on the screen, growing yet thicker,
causing my lost mind to flicker.