Now, That Thoughts Arrive

I spoke to you a lot.

But not what we call

Matters of the Heart.

I could tell you a lot of things.

But I never knew what to.

My fights? My crushes?

My tests? My sorrows?

My joys? My ideas? My secrets?

Now I know what to tell you. 

I'll tell all you want to know,

I'll sing all the songs you wanted to listen,

Come along when you say, "Let's go,"

But then,

as with the fact

that you aren't with us, I strive,

These futile thoughts of mine-

With pride, arrive.