The Lilac Tree

The lilac in passing reminds me of us.the silence in the kitchen that wasn’t,real silence.I'm terrible at smalltalk.I have a tendency to ignore things with no density..We were all smalltalk.maybe that was why I was such a quiet child.Did you fight with yourself for us to be something different? Did you try?Maybe we were just too difficult.Maybe you couldn’t see the way to do things in a better way.and now,I don’t want to see you.because all that I have in my head and my heart when I do..is sorrow.your smalltalk will crush me.and you won’t even know why.Because we can’t talk that way.