VERACITY

I want to talk about you

tell people about you

describe you proudly

prevalently

but

with all the restrictions you place

no daylight

no pictures

no letters or calls

I am in no position to share the least of us

with anyone.

It is as if you don't exist.

Is that the point?

Is this a denial of me that you groove on?

Is it me that doesn't exist?

It certainly feels that way�

I wish there was some way to talk about you

to authenticate my existence.