On the same page

So I can finally hear the soft voice in my mind

That’s been whispering the slightest hints and the tiniest of clues

That’s been drowned out by what I've wanted to be true

Suppressed by the story I've wanted life to find

It's been thrilling to see the world through such similar eyes

And we've talked for hours as I've found a lost contentment

Being understood, strengthened by your nods of agreement

You've seemed so in tune with me, with your laughs and your sighs  

But recent days have found this whisper growing louder in my ear:

Your nods don’t always fit -  and seem a bit skin-deep

The depth of your thinking is, well, actually quite shallow

The awkward signs you struggle with the secrets you should keep

And the stories you tell, well they are sometimes far too hard to swallow

No, none of the things I’d wanted to hear

Just when I thought we were so in tune

Just when I thought we had the same values and beliefs

I’m feeling that thrilling prospect die. I’m actually feeling a touch of grief

That the penny has finally dropped, that it just isn’t true

I look at you, looking at the world upon which we both gaze

But it’s ok. I know we can still be friends

You do matter to me, and I care, and that won’t end

Even though I've sadly concluded we're definitely not on the same page