Tough as Crust
When I spoke the other day, at first,
you just turned away.
It was rather abrupt.
And I noticed.
And I thought, perhaps,
it was an errant twitch in the neck.
Rather, I hoped.
But that’s okay.
They were words matching a melody
only a songbird
could dreamed up.
And I wanted to turn aside
the full feeling of violence in a heart
shaken by regrets.
Then, I mis-spoke when I thought
my heart was broken.
It simply tried to stop.
It tried to commit a suspended animation.
We have history.
And it never felt
as if we needed to start from scratch.
We each had thick enough crust on us
to support the other.
That was the little dream I loved.
And still do.