Lost Words and conversations
He doesn't say much on the phone,
Didn't say much when I lived at home.
Didn't use many words but when he did
I knew I should listen,
but I was stubborn,
so I didn't.
Now I think,
I should have listened better,
I should have noticed more than the lack of words,
I should have tried harder to understand,
I should have told him that when he didn't say enough,
It hurt,
I should have admitted that I wasn't sure
what I needed him to say,
I just needed more than what he gave.
Now we sit in companionable silence.
There's something sweet
about being in the same room,
And not feeling the need to clutter our space
with words,
Spoken or not.
