Conversations I Miss

Speak to me
like when we still had milk on our lips
and the taste of the summer grass lingered on our tongues.

Speak to me
about the reality that is our dreams
and how you flew that one night in June.

Speak to me
of the sun and moon people
who haunt your mind every second of your day.

Speak to me
of how today is wrong
and why this is not our destiny.

Speak to me
the way you did
when you kept to heart the roads of my soul.

Speak to me
like I am already gone
and not on my knees begging.