We're Just Talkin'

Truth knocked on my door last night and told me to stop reading the hour hand;

She said the minutes go by faster,

If I wanted something to complain about.

She told me your absence was louder than your words could ever sound,

That my tears don’t belong on the ground,

Said water is better for planting gardens.

She said dirt knocked from my heel belongs in soil, not cuddled up to my chest,

Blankets are meant for that -if you’re cold.

She said I’m only infatuated with the potential you painted,

That I’m jealous of how I love you,

How I wish I could love myself.

Truth knocked on my door and told me all this.

Though I never said I answered,

She left a note instead,

Said it was just like me to avoid the conversation.

So I called you to talk, just as I always did.