words leading nowhere

i felt a slight tingle in my soul today,
like he laughed loudly for no reason,
and i felt the tremor after a long while.
yes, my soul is a man.
isn't yours?
he is the one who keeps me from writing on the walls,
or makes me send out messages into the universe,
knowing fully well that the stars won't reply.
he is also the one who taught me
how to smile, say goodbye and wait
till you leave to start crying.
he is the one who shows me the truth of the world,
like truth and love and beauty,
and rain and early mornings and weed,
and photos of big, fake smiles.
yes, my soul is a man,
who loves me
even though i don't love him back.