I long to share things with you
thoughts, feelings, my heart.
Yet you choose to talk about the weather
and the son of a long forgotten friend.
I'm part of you
I came out of you
Yet you deny the part of me
that I want to give back to you.
So, I share in the superficial
join the chatter and fill the dead air
with lifeless words.
Inside me is me
unspoken, unrealized, unknown.
I retreat to my room to my
pen and paper expose,
And wait for the airport farewell,
my crocodile tears,
the prolonged goodbye
to a cardboard cutout of someone
I want to know better,
who smiled and said,
"not today thank you."
Lesley-Anne writes to share hope, encouragment and small graces with those God puts in her path.
