Communicate with me,
All I ever requested,
If there’s an issue you see,
Speak up and let’s rest it.
A lot of the time,
I’m left none the wiser.
I think everything’s fine,
Yet somethings left to decipher.
It’s the silence speaking volumes,
The snapping and the stressing.
Creating an atmospheric commune.
I’m growing weary I must confess.
I hope you open up,
Before these doors close for good.
Patiently, I await the moment.
But there are times, I’m not sure I should?