I wrote this a few years ago about a friend that I had stopped talking with, still haven't spoken with actually. Recently Shane and I had been fighting lately due to not being with each other enough. It made me think of this.
My heart is racing and I am shaking of things that are and were and could have been
All the things left unsaid create a void more vast than the grand canyon
Maybe that's the real distance between us
Its not the miles of land or the untouched phones
Its the speech bubbles left empty that should contain everything we're holding back
As more and more fill the air I see you fade into the horizon
But whose lack of words are they, yours or mine?
I fear the answer, i fear the words being hurled at me from a slingshot.
And with that I add another
Another question my fear keeps me from asking and makes the distance greater
My heart is racing and I am shaking with worry that someday the bubbles will pop
And an unvoiced concern will spear through my body
Who says words will never hurt me
Given distance and force it could pick up speed
I could inevitably be impaled by remarks finally released
But which is worse, losing you in the abyss we've created
or taking cover against flying daggers of untold secrets?
And who will cast the first stone?
