Talk To You

Talk to you.

The past few days,

I’ve found myself wishing,

That I could do just that.

Not that we don’t talk,

Of course we do.

We’ll always be part,

Of each other’s lives.

I mean talk about everything,

Not just the things that,

We’ve always discussed but,

Those that lay under the surface.

It’s not the most important,

But it is part of my life,

And so it is also,

Part of yours.

But I don’t want,

To hurt you.

You’re more important,

Than all that I will ever know.

And you find it hard,

To deal with something,

That you never expected,

You would have to.

So we shy away from it.

Afraid it will shatter,

The relationship that,

We have finally pieced back together.

Time might help,

But I don’t know how much.

I feel like you’re seeing only one face,

Of the moon that is my life.

But I resign myself,

To wait for when it will change,

Forever hoping that it will,

Because thinking it won’t is too painful.

I think now and then,

That it would be so easy,

If any of this,

Was actually a choice.

And as I go to sleep,

Still a little sad,

I dream of a time when I can finally,

Talk to you.