to say nothing in particular. You ask
what I'm doing or where I am and when the silence stretches
like a lifetime between us I scramble to find questions to keep
the conversation going. What I long to say most is, I
understand this world broke you. It has been so hard on your
feet. I don't blame you for not knowing how to remain soft
with me. Sometimes I stay up thinking of all the places you are
hurting which you'll never care to mention. I come from the
same aching blood. From the same bone so desperate for
attention I collapse in on myself. I am your daughter. I know
the small talk is the only way you know how to tell me you love
me. Cause it is the only way I know how to tell
you.
