Talk to me, eternal love
We grow and we change
We say the same words but we mean different things
Or they mean different things when we hear it
Talk to me of passion
You watched me lose it
Ask me how the search is going?
Invite me into yours so I may see
Talk not to me of devotion
I am all too familiar with it
Cuckoos lay their eggs in the nests of crows.
Where does the chick belong?
Attachment. We've talked about it.
Old wounds, strangely healed.
A future that should have been two years past
haunts me with the rest of our unfinished sentences
Just talk to me.
We'll Ina Mina Dika our way through the rest.