How is it after fifteen years <br />we can't find anything else to say? <br />But, ' have you taken the trash out yet? ' <br />Or, 'are they calling for rain today? ' <br /> <br />We use to talk like lovers back when <br /> it seems like so very long ago. <br />Where does conversation go my dear? <br />after fifteen years or so. <br /> <br />How did we let it all slip away? <br />into an abyss of now seems a trivial pursuit. <br />Where we can sit in a room for hours on end <br />sitting in silence like a pair of old deaf mutes! <br /> <br />You use to say, 'I Love You! ' When I would head off to work or bed <br />now I never hear anything enduring, in anything that is said. <br /> <br />How hard would it be my dear <br />to get back where we once were then? <br />Where we held each other as we sat on the couch <br />when we were lovers and best of friends? <br /> <br />I've taken the crumbs you've thrown me <br />but I don't have to like them dear. <br />I just want you to remember and see <br />that your friend and lover is still here.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-else-to-say/
