Things get so difficult sometimes,
silence marks in conversation
the words encased in {brackets},
never being spoken,
no purpose but to hang about in the air, lingering,
pestulantly darting about the words we speak.
{I am so afraid.}
If I turn my back,
can you promise me that you'll still be there when I turn back around?
Such a selfish thing to say.
Sandy was talking to me about relationships,
"it's all about what you're willing to settle for. How much you can compromise."
There is something in me that instantly agrees.
{I love to feel your fingers touch my skin.}
Motivation.
Piles of our life together sitting dormant on the floor.
I was thinking this afternoon,
a few months ago we would have probably spent the day playing EQ.
Those days were so much fun,
but somehow the silence marks began multiplying.
A note for you, emily:
{lighten up, lighten up, lighten up right now.}