I'm a 21st century man, you're a neanderthal

I met you where the red dust kissed the sky, Your smile was quiet thunder in the heat. Your world was drawn in patterns I passed by, And I, with books, forgot to hear your beat. I'm a 21st century man, you're a neanderthal, I built a bridge of words, but watched it fall. You spoke in drums, I answered with a pen. We reached for love, but missed again and again. Your hands knew truth no language ever caught, You spoke with eyes, with firelight and grace. I tried to teach you every word I brought, But none could match the silence on your face. I'm a 21st century man, you're a neanderthal, I built a bridge of words, but watched it fall. You spoke in drums, I answered with a pen. We reached for love, but missed again and again. In schools they taught me how to write and speak, But not how to hear a soul that doesn’t seek Letters or grammar—just presence, just breath, A kind of love that speaks through life and death. I'm a 21st century man, you're a neanderthal, I built a bridge of words, but watched it fall. You spoke in drums, I answered with a pen. We reached for love, but missed again and again. You live in a song you can never understand, So we talk with our eyes and the touch of a hand...