I read your secret lines of text
I catch snippets of your mutterings
I listen to you talking in your sleep
I analyze your recounting of dreams

Is there something beneath these words?
Is there something I should be discerning?
Are these fantasies rooted in hidden truths?
Are you trying to tell me something?

Are these thoughts trickling out from the past?
Is your history spewing these cryptic interjections?
Are there other reasons for your strange actions?
Is there a story behind these stories?

I want to help you
But I don’t know if you want it
I don’t know if you are screaming to be heard
Or simply saying things

I want to know if you need to be kept from drowning
Or are you just play-acting?
Are these thoughts of my own justified?
Or am I seeing things that are not there?

These are the questions I ask when reading between your lines.