Perhaps selfish

I suppose if I yelled and screamed I would act childish. Selfish is even the term. Yet I just want to talk.

Granted I have no idea how to start a conversation and by no means can it be chitchat.

Kind of bum's me we used to have full on great conversation's but now it's maybe a good morning.

Sad but I have to shrug it off. I can't let you see the tears come because of something so ordinary and simple.

I realize so much has changed and past is past. No going back in any form. At times I wish but wishes are magical and I don't believe in that.

A surprise of sort is grand. Yet I can't ask of that nor of attention. I am just gonna have to be. Stay being me.

That is all I can give.