Seems illogical, today, right now
If I were to write all night,
I would write all that I want to tell you
The brevity and rationale of our last conversation
Was a convenient guise
Yours, because you choose to say little and move away
Mine because I wanted you to stay
Heart's rending across virtual spaces
This is what our long friendship has come down to
You scribble on your walls
I on mine
Both wondering if the other will trace our thoughts marked with words
Yes. I do want to hear, talk and feel
But I hold myself together and back from your words
Words that I will imagine for now
For I have no strength to utter or hear
Garbled, incoherent, unsure or timid ones from your end
Strong, clear, courageous and bold
Those were your steps
Until you left your footprints on my porch
And left no trace or understanding of who I knew you to be
So let us begin our conversations in our virtual spaces
In our minds or on our walls
I know your move will not be the first
And I am not sure what will be mine
