I'd like to speak to you
about the Taming of the Shrew,
and how you've suffered in silence
for too long.

I'd like to hear you say
that you were happier that day,
when you were gifted with answers
that you knew all along.

I like to hear you call,
or say anything at all,
I just need to know you've found
where you belong.

I'd like to talk with you,
sat on the wall by the avenue,
where we kissed under the street-light
in summers rushed and long.

I'd like to be your friend,
drunk under morning light's slight bend,
as we talk under the dawn-break's
hopeful song.

I'd like to eat with you
at a breakfast diner for two,
we'll lust away the hangover
in a memory lifelong.

I'd like to speak to you
about the sadness of the few,
about how you're disappearing
about how I need you
to be strong.