No Talking

  

It’s a sunny day and the stars are bright,

Full of light, but still out of sight.

My face upturned and eyes all squinched,

I try and count the stars above, on my own.

You sit by my side, you see what I do,

Cheshire smiles are all you have.

While I am sitting next to you,

But,no...

We are not talking.

We walk side by side,

Down some crooked road.

Which I never wanted,

But I couldn’t possibly have told.

The same rocking chair,

Cupboards with broken doors.

Sleeping together on the same old rocky bed,

But, no...

We don’t have to be talking

“You can pick this up,

You can let that go.”

“Like me, now?”

“Oh, no no no....”

I’ll always be the jerk who reminds you of bigger jerks.

Cos, no...

We can’t possibly be talking.

How can we talk,

With someone, you didn’t want.

Who is a buffoon thrown recklessly,

At you by the cruel lords.

So, let’s sit on this same old crooked patio,

And watch some silly news.

Fidget over the hot weather,

Pick up unfeelingly on one another instead.

And, no...

How could we ever be talking?