At times the words rattle in my head
Not always making any sense of things
Yet as I offer them a means of escape
I drop on the page and see what springs.
Why is it we can be so expressive at times
And then something seems to feel wrong
Is it the distance between us that corrupts
Maybe our relationship is not that strong.
Differences in the things molding our life
Do I distrust the ex that seems to hang on
Should we be able to weather any storm
Or do we just step back and say it is gone.
I hear absence makes the heart grow fonder
Not sure time away gives an answer to find
If dreams were dollars, then we’d all be rich
Yet silence can be a better way to be kind.