Not now.
I'm busy.
Tomorrow.
You're busy.
The right time never really comes along,
for such conversations as this one.
There is always an excuse to be made
and soon the resolve fades.
Time passes and we forget our intent;
what was I going to say--I forget the content.
What was the subject up for discussion?
I'm sorry, what was the question?
Did I mean to tell you I love you?
Did you mean to tell me we're through?
There is a certain comfort in the unsaid.
Still, it eats at me instead.
Am I the only one with concerns?
When is it your turn?
Can it be that I am out of sync?
Tell me what you think.
Did I create these feelings in my head?
Did we mean to sit in silence and pretend?
Oh, what was that again?
