Won’t you speak to me?
You didn’t speak to us.
I couldn’t then, can’t you see?
You’ve changed too much.
We cannot speak.
No, I haven’t changed at all.
All I am is all I’ve been.
All I want is all I wanted —
To talk of more than just what’s wrong
With me, with others, or with my God;
To feel refreshed and not reprimanded;
To feel encouraged, inspired, and not dejected;
To feel loved, cherished, and not expected
To earn those pleasures through my subjection
To something which, through my acceptance,
Would rend my soul and erase my essence.
But now if I could hear your voices,
And knew that you could hear mine too,
All I’d want to say to you
Has nothing at all to do
With the choices that we each have made,
Our pining, our striving to persuade.
No.
All I want to say, to show, to prove,
Is how deeply I will always, always
Love you.
October 29, 2019