It's been tough
You said, I said it would be tough

A silence grows like a garden
At times the feeling of wanting to break that silence
Grows deep
Among the roses
Among the carnations
Among the worms that see-saw
Through the brambles
And toil of the dirt
We dug up
Together
Maybe not.

Tomorrow is Monday
We play musical chairs
But its like some terrible farce
My hair grows longer
And I'm looking for noise
I'm looking for prisms and colors
Its almost like each day
I wake up and still can't get away.

Late at night
I wish that you
Any time
I wish that you would just
Reach, reach back out.

Nothing new to add
The garden grows with no water to drink
And I do my best to see you
What we had
Clearly and with the open eyes
I so claimed to have.

It all sorta makes sense now
And I'm sure if she and I compared notes
Which I will never ask to do
We'd find mutual devastation
And an ironic
And farcical
Loss.

But regardless of the pain that still lingers
And croons our name
Though we both think the other is out
Grimacing
I wish you would reach
And maintain that reach
All the while.