i'm not speaking to you today
or tomorrow.
its nothing personal,
its just so easy to forget
that words loose their power
in bulk.
next time we meet unexpectedly
shyly smile and nod my way.
and when i'm in your office
with your hand pressed deep inside of me
remember that i've no thoughts to exchange
about hairdressers, or anything else.
im just waiting to leave
and when i see you again in a year
nothing will have changed.
you see, babbling cheerfully (for me)
is a sure sign of estrangement
and guarantees we are going
nowhere.
but you, my friend
(who i feel and know quietly)
are my favorite,
even if we don't talk.
