Questionless

Senselessly I waited for a reply.
What was I expecting?
An apology? An excuse?
A blank stare was all I received.
As water fell on the outside of my glass
I waited. Silence.
I began to question myself.
Why did I want to know the answer?
What was it I really wanted to find out?
This was more about me than them.
Isn’t that the essence of every question?
We ask to receive input about ourselves,
So we can make our interpretations about
Them, Us, Our Environment.
Reality.
I’ve decided to question less,
And believe more.