Where Did Our Conversations Go? Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer

Where did our conversations go?
They used to last so long.
We'd talk of the most random things,
Or break out into song.

Where did our conversations go?
They used to be so free.
But lately everything seems pinched;
You barely speak to me.

Where did our conversations go?
I did enjoy them so.
But lately things have died away.
It makes me feel alone.

Where did our conversations go?
They made me feel so free.
The thing I want the most is
Everything that used to be.