Talk to me, eternal love
We grow and we change
We say the same words but we mean different things
Or they mean different things when we hear it #
Talk to me of passion
You watched me lose it
Ask me how the search is going?
Invite me into yours so I may see #
Talk not to me of devotion
I am all too familiar with it
Cuckoos lay their eggs in the nests of crows.
Where does the chick belong? #
Attachment. We’ve talked about it.
Old wounds, strangely healed.
A future that should have been two years past
haunts me with the rest of our unfinished sentences #
Just talk to me.
We’ll Ina Mina Dika our way through the rest. #