I received your call and text today,
But I don’t want to talk about the weather.
Though I’m sure we could have a pleasant chat,
Something’s weighing on me that’s much heavier.
It’s ironic I chose you to confide,
With all your faults and failures,
For it’s not my judgment you set aside,
Preferring something “better.”
Sometimes I wonder why I’m so upset,
Or why I still endeavor
To think that you could ever change,
When I’ve always known better.
You’ve never had to walk my path,
Nor would I wish that you should ever,
But if you did, there’s little doubt
You’d vainer ties dissever.
Perhaps one day, when time has passed,
Or when you’re truly tethered,
Perhaps then I’ll have the time at last,
To talk about the weather.