What happened to the way we used to be?
Talking about anything, or nothing,
Or everything. But there was always something
For us to say.

Now, it’s just empty space and hesitancy.
Like we’ve both learned other tongues
To converse in. The important things the ones
That get lost in translation along the way.

It feels like you no longer want to know me,
But you can’t find the words to admit
That whatever we had was gone, and this is it,
All that remains of yesterday.

And I know, I shouldn’t have suc...