TBH

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.