'Nothing Else To Say' Poem by Linda Winchell

How is it after fifteen years
we can't find anything else to say?
But, ' have you taken the trash out yet? '
Or, 'are they calling for rain today? '

We use to talk like lovers back when
it seems like so very long ago.
Where does conversation go my dear?
after fifteen years or so.

How did we let it all slip away?
into an abyss of now seems a trivial pursuit.
Where we can sit in a room for hours on end
sitting in silence like a pair of old deaf mutes!

You use to say, 'I Love You! ' When I would head off to work or bed
now I never hear anything enduring, in anything that is said.

How hard would it be my dear
to get back where we once were then?
Where we held each other as we sat on the couch
when we were lovers and best of friends?

I've taken the crumbs you've thrown me
but I don't have to like them dear.
I just want you to remember and see
that your friend and lover is still here.