You and I

You and I

We must talk

Or the silence will

Grow like weed

In the haven

Of our tiny cabin

The sun will rise

But leave us in the shadows

Of dried leaves

Of dried trees

You and I

We must talk

Or the sugar will

Turn bland in our cups

The milk will sour

Of tea too strong

Like the sweater knitted

With one arm short

The other too long

You and I

We must talk

Or the dust on our words will

Turn into grains of sand

Big enough to flow

In the timer of patience

An hour glass of sufferance

As if playing the charads

Where nothing is right

But mistaken as

All perfect all bright

You and I

We must talk

So if we differ we will

Know more than what we assume

Or remain like the dark sky

In the monsoon

No rains. All gloom.

You and I

We must talk

Or we’d not talk

For nights and days

And then let the soundless,

Scream

And the unspoken,

Hurt

You and me.