When words fail to your impossible
And staring doesn’t work
When whispers and screams prove obsolete
I write to you with no more hope.
When crying makes no difference
And talking does no good
When holding your hand in the movie theatre
Was some type of indirect indicator
That you weren’t even really there…
When making love is pretty and silent and still
When we used to make underwater earthquakes and shipwrecks
When our kisses hurt and our hearts were stretched out
When your laughter is steadily dead -even to you
When I used to like you; you used to be rocket fuel
When I used to spark you; you used to smile so cute
Then I guess there goes our promise and sunshine
When it was so truthful and youth-filled
So I sked you…
“When were we ever going to be having flowers?
Candy baskets, matching napkins, bows or peach satin?”
[And air smothered the silence]
I guess now is when I should realize that the fact of the matter is
all we’re ever having is aspirin.