Frequency

I slipped into my seat without a sound A broken radio- I can’t tune in No one cares to turn their head around I try to speak, but somehow can’t begin I’m on a different frequency, alone Try as I might I can not make a sound A never-ending piercing dial tone Still no one ever turns their seat around I use my words to write down what could be My written self can leap and scream and bound I hold her up, so hoping they would see But no one ever turns to look around I slipped into my seat without a sound Because I know no one will turn around