Lisa Cerbone Between Hi And Good-bye
All our hi's and good-bye's are great. What happens between is what worries me. Never know just how to talk to you. There's too much hope in my voice. I ask too many questions - and, I never mention myself. You're busy planting flowers your dog digs up. You're busy sketching ideas on how to make a shack a castle. When you get the spirit to build again, I see your tug-of-war through this telescope. All you see are your mistakes. The tone of your voice keeps getting quieter and quieter. And, in the storms of my excuse me's and confusion, I think I finally hear a piece of what you mean. These words stand between us. Your whole life is governed by your nightmares and your daydreams. Someday soon I hope one of these dreams will finally come true; then you'll have to listen to me. By then, I'll be tongue-tied.
