Talked Into Corners (silence and time)

We've talked ourselves into the corners

Of this crowded room;

All the reasons we should fade

Have spilled forth from pained lips

Into ears with agendas

Which turn stern and disproving eyes

On any efforts we might make

To close that gap, the throng between

One end and the other.

They told me, tell her off;

Weak, broken at war I cast you away

And woke to realize the price I'd paid.

Now you've sent me off

And I know you still feel for me,

Your desire though muddled is a real thing.

So time, slow the motion must be

I will work to change that which

Has broken so deeply in me,

Give time I should long have gave,

Hope that once you've found yourself

You'll still feel the same way.

Let their eyes be their own,

Their scowls misplaced, agendas disowned.

This life is yours, and mine for me,

Hopefully, despite the leering eyes,

In the middle of this crowded room

We will once again meet.