Talking

We used to talk about everything 

Back when the world was ruled by kings

Nothing could stop us 

Then something happened

Like a deer in the headlight, 

a car swerved into a bus

We still talked but now it was selective

No more deep dives into our mind’s thought collection.

I’d write you books

while you mailed back notecards

Then I’d get upset, thinking you didn’t look. 

Getting more in debt with depression than Tom Nook. 

I’d ask, you’d reluctantly answer 

But still the depression came back like a panther. 

Now I’m screaming to myself why

As you go on with your day, 

No shame

Dancing to a pale moon in a pale blue sky. 

I still write those books as they get longer,

your notecards seem so small the Romans wouldn’t bother to conquer them. 

Do we care

I’m not sure. 

You stare at me and all you see is a blur. 

-K