All I hear is dead air
The hiss of past arguments
It leaves me statically charged
Clinging desperately to wisps of past conversations
Trying to shake off the fluff
And get back to a two way conversation
Instead of talking to these walls
I’m tired of blank looks and flat replies
Why do I have to push to talk?
My hands ache from drawing out your replies
Filling in the void between sentences
Reaching for something that’s already gone
