Tete-a-Tete

Why did we stop talking?
When did we stop communicating?
How could we not say nice things?
What happened?

If only we could have reach other's mind
We would not be given voice and lips
Silence would be a wonderful sound
But it is not, for it is empty.

If there is a time when we could speak out loud
Then a time, to hold our thoughts abreast
Would not it sound like we are in theraphy
Except that we aren't talking much anyway.

So much to say, and we don't know when to say
So much to talk about, but often we just push it away
Our coffee table talk, is about everything else but us
Our tete-a-tete, is casual, and nothing serious.

Are we really talking?
Are we really expressing our heart felt?
Perhaps one day, we will find out
But maybe then, we might discover the truth just too late
And just perhaps, there is nothing else to talk about.