Off the Cuff

tell me how you're feeling

when your face is lit by computer screen

and your lips are moving silently and

no one is sure whether you or me

can ever feel again,

or ever heal again

tell me what you're thinking

when you lie beneath the stars

and scream at the top of your lungs

just to take your heart closer

so that the stars,

don't seem so far

and tell me what you're doing

inside your dreams at two a.m.

while the lights outside are embers

but your brain's a raging fire

that i can hear,

but i want to see

so wake and tell me quietly

that the moon isn't a lost cause

because it finally heard your screams

just in case i was wondering

even off the cuff,

that'd be enough