Openness

My wish is you’d be straight with me
To know just where we stand.
In a group together, poles apart?
Hand in hand?

We talk about our lives
When we can’t see each other’s face.
When we’re sitting cross the room
Any speaking lacks all pace.

I can’t see how you are so cool
Calm, collected, so unmoved.
I sit here fretting the day away
I think that you should feel it too.

I think too much but don’t think before I speak
A fatal flaw or just an innocent mistake?
No one believes me so I say it anyway
There’s no reassuring action I can take.
Copyright © 2004 Susan Lewellen
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