We used to talk...

We used to talk a lot.

Up until 2 in the morning,

complaining about auto correct

and correcting each other's self esteem.

Building each other up,

breaking each other down.

Exchanging information about each other

Informing each other of the best songs

and our opinions on just about everything.

We used to talk a lot,

about a lot of things

like what movie we should go see

or how fun it was when we were working together.

My first job wouldn't have been the same without you

and without you, I find the days are getting boring

and I only come in to get the paycheck.

We used to talk a lot,

about the guy that asked if you would buy him cigarettes on main street

the smell of cigarettes that lingered in the air 

in biltmore square

where we bonded into what could've become...

Something.

Anything.

Say something.

Say anything.

Now we don't talk...

We don't talk at all.

While I may understand your reasons for disappearing into weeks of silence,

It hurts.

It hurts that we don't talk

It hurts that I'm staying up wishing we could.

Holding back the river of worries and tears

Because why should I cry over silence?

Your silence speaks volumes,

Yet why can't I ever find what I want to say to you?

We don't talk anymore,

and though I wish we did,

Who's to say it's not for the best?