Disconnected

Is this goodbye?
     I feel like we hardly said hello.
and my mouth...
     my mouth is stuffed with words
       words of hope
          ...encouragement
          ...sadness
          ...joy
       words of words there are no words for.

To me it doesn't seem so black and white.
     Cause I see you...
       and I see color
          ...life
          ...worth
          ....desire
       I see indescribable sights.

I see something that could be.
     And it could be great,
even though it could be easier to say goodbye.

But hello seemed pretty great to me.
And I've got plenty more hellos;
     they come with this hand to hold,
       this shoulder to cry on,
       these ears to hear the real you,
       this mouth stuffed with so many words,
       and eyes amazed by so many sights.
     They come with this belief that sometimes the best things in life
       are the hardest to take the first steps.
But my laces are tied;
  and you know I've always loved your shoes.

In Other Words

I write poems about you in my head before I fall asleep,

they're often melancholy in tone.

I wonder how you are and what you're up to,

because you seem sad...

And I can't be there to ask "what's wrong?"

"is there anything that I can do for you?"

I live out scenarios about you in my head before my days start,

they're often filled with joy.

When I don't have to wonder how you are,

because we're happy...

And I can be there to ask "how was your day?"

"do you think about me as much as I think about you?"