You know I’m horrible at small-talk
This is what it’s like when it’s my turn
How I want to say something to you such as
I’m living my life at a crossroads
Plain and straightforward like that
Which simply means
I’m standing in the center
Of possible directions
And I don’t know which to choose
Only there’s no turning back
It’s said
And I’m confused
My speech trying to be spare
A naked flame
Burning for your return
As if you could come backwards
I’m peering out a window
A light kept on for you
Saying I’m sorry
Into darkness
Yearning to burn bigger
That star kind of burn
To light up so brightly
You could see me all the way back here
Wanting us to return together
To that past
If you could
Would you turn around –
This is what I mean
And it’s not even that you’re here
So it’s just me small-talking with myself
And I can’t even speak plainly alone
Lanning Lee 