You’re waiting across from me. I try to pretend I don’t see that look in your eyes, that plea. You’re hoping for some company

Hesitant, so reticent

Sorry I wish I could help.I’m just not quite feeling myself

Day after day I can’t help by shy away

It occurs to me that you are lonesome too

You would think that we’d talk, but that would be untrue

This is the drift I have caught, while weeds poke through the motel parking lot. Seems I’m boarding now, and you are not

Reticent, so hesitant 

Now I can really see that you are lonesome too. So long ago, lives ago, I ceaselessly withdrew. So, I’m afraid, it will be silence over you