What have we become?
Sometimes just talking,
For minutes at a time,
If that,

And when we do exchange pleasantries,
I almost always have to leave too suddenly,
Leaving proper goodbyes in the dust,
And me to feel guilty until the next time we speak,
And the cycle repeats,

But set aside the sudden moments,
And broken goodbyes,
There is hope,

Hope that I may one day,
Get to lay in your arms,
With nothing to fear,
Just getting to feel your warmth,
And maybe one day,
It will all be perfect,
And we'll have our happy ending,

But until then,
Short, choppy conversations,
And improper goodbyes,
Are the price we have to pay,
For love.