Talk Poem by Daniele Cerasoli

Is everything that I've ever said or done
Just an embarrassment for me to shun?
Because every time that I talk to you
It seems you'd rather something else to do.

We used to talk,
And I liked that.
I liked how I could talk to you
And not care about anything else,
And allow myself to be worry-free.
I could be open with you,
And I could tell you things that
I could tell to no one else.
I could talk to you whenever I wanted,
And you would be there,
Because you wanted to be.

Things have changed.
We still talk, but
Not like we used to.
When we talk, I no longer
Get the feeling that there's
Nothing else that I'd rather be doing.
I can't be open with you anymore
In fear that I'll be embarrassed.
And even though you're always there,
I can't always talk to you,
Because you don't always want to be.

I look back on when it changed.
How stupid you made me feel,
And how embarrassed I was
To know I'd be chasing something
That isn't there.
I can't do it again, so
I'm going to leave it to you
To decide if you want to be here.
I just want you to do one thing:
Talk.
And want to.