Wordless Conversations
I’d fall in love with a pensive sort of woman,
The kind who stops and stares at nothing in particular
Then somehow smiles a grateful smile without ever smiling
Before seamlessly bringing herself back to Earth.
Wordless conversations and toneless intonations
Echoing across silent corridors of soul
Open 24 hours a night
And closed 24 hours a day.
For it’s only during sunset
That sunrise becomes a dream
Rather than a melancholic memory
Best left resting in peace.
There’s a meaning behind every meaning
So that meaning doesn’t mean much anymore
Other than a placeholder
For immeasurable mystery.
Anyhow, I keep my eye out
For a pensive sort of woman
Who stops and stares and sanctifies each intersection
Even while in constant motion.
Sam Hendrian is a lifelong storyteller striving to foster empathy and compassion through art. Originally from the Chicago suburbs, he now resides in Los Angeles, where he primarily works as an independent filmmaker and has just completed his first feature film Terrificman, a deeply personal ode to the power of human kindness. You can find his poetry and film links on Instagram at @samhendrian143.
