Hot, Warm, Hot, Cold or So I Think

Hot, Warm, Hot, Cold or So I Think
By: Tyler Ross

I don't know what certain things mean.
Regarding signals, intended for,
but I don't intend to ignore.
They just fly in, land
and settle like a feather caught on a fence.
I live there when I get this way.
Happy with something new
though unsure with the unnecessary
silence.
A reciprocation lessening
from time to time.
Do the pages turn the same
or is one snagged upon the seemingly high fence
                                                                       I've built?
I never know if I'm doing well
because silence at the end of the day
clutches my hand and holds me
until I can no longer take it.
I seem to not be able to shake it,
so I sit alone
with my records
picking through my brain
late at night like one questions
the unknowns of the universe.
I'm confident but the silence...