We Don’t Talk

Sep 1

•A revision of We Know of Normal Life(11/21/21).•

You are just

In the burnt-out, daydreamer, lost on all these mountain roads, heading home but home is the other direction

Kind of way

And life is an album cover with chunky headphones on, side-profile in the growing chill

Turn the volume up

Take the loss of feeling in your toes as a sign of the weather

Finger guns and oddly concocted drinks on the carpet

Sit knee to knee

Ask you all the questions but the one I’ve been

Meaning to ask

I am just

You

In the quietly exhausted but still content somehow, fidget with the fringe of my sleeve and smile

Kind of way

We don’t talk

I forget to exist in other spheres of living

And I take pieces of you everywhere with me

You are never far away

Except when you are

Driving to you at 2am is out of the question

Even when we’re both awake, we know

The way we feel the cold in our aching bones

It is too much to ask

For Better Or For Worse