To be honest, we do not talk much,

Nor do we write frequently.

Friends not treating each other as such,

Drifted apart after time spent long or short.

 

To be honest, I do not recognize your countenance.

If I knew your name it was for a moment brief.

At the time I was pleased to make your acquaintance,

But I guess not enough to continue to speak.

 

To be honest, I noticed that you read my message,

And my heart descended when you left the conversation,

Without acknowledgment or excuse for passage,

Out of the valley of communication.

 

To be honest, I have known you for a while,

But these days you seem unfamiliar to me.

We spoke intimately about our interests with smiles,

But now there is seldom speech consisting of nods.

 

To be honest, I thought you meant it,

When you said that you wanted to hang out.

But there is no follow-up as I sit,

Alone with a need to shout.

 

To be honest, it is hard to be an optimist,

When the optimists do not optimize time for me.

I used to joke about not needing an optometrist,

But I need one now in order to see.

 

To be honest I would prefer to be shrouded,

In my darkest apparel on the hottest day,

Than be vulnerable and bare in the clouded,

Tundras of the coldest place.

 

To be honest, I have been lying,

Whenever you asked how I am and I said all right.

Exchanges end leaving me sighing,

It does not feel like all is right.