Say you’d tell me
When warm thoughts are no more
Say you’d let me know
When your feelings run cold
I’m not yet used to this
Expressing emotions one to one
I am fragile like an eggshell
Cracked so easily
No seasoned liar awaiting payment
For favours given
If I walk on your sensibilities
Rebuke me
Send me back in time
When nothing passed between us
I’ll understand
But tell me
Norman Turkington