see you off
into the mid-morning sunlight
it gets hot here
in my neck of the ghetto
we hug, we smile
and bid one another adieu
for now
and tho we have talked
about the past
about our reasonings
there is still so much
left unsaid
so many mixed messages
which signal do i answer?
why can't you answer
my simplest of questions?
why do you stare at the ground
instead of into my eyes?
do you not have the courage
to tell me what it is you really want
or is this how things should be?
i am your friend, afterall
and i'd rather have the truth
good, bad, indifferent
than nothing
at all.
