I want you to be here.
But more than that I want you to want to be here.
And you're just not.
Just like that.
In an end that should have been an explosion there was only a whimper and a small puff of air.
I find myself looking around, wondering where you are.
I pick up my phone to call and text, but am resigned to not hearing back and not even really knowing what I want to say short of what's up.
So what's up?
How are you?
Maybe in these these short fragments of conversations we can find a way.
Maybe these short fragments are all that's left and there is nothing more.
Either way, I want you to be here....I want you to want to be here.