It Takes Twelve Hours Just to Drive Across Texas

 
Got your love letter
with all the praise and thank yous
for my gentle honesty
and ability to be where you need me

Now, how do I even begin
to tell you everything I think
you should know
about the truths that hide
between words
where things unsaid linger
waiting to be heard

The spaces between stretch
with each omission
increasing tensions
you don't have room to see

Moving from crisis to chaos
and back again
time compresses
months become years
that it's felt you're unavailable
to me

Ask me how I am now
and I don't know where to start

What would be too hard
for you to help me carry
should I try to share the weight?

And now I bear the worry
of wondering how to bridge a gulf
that for you is no more
than a crack in the sidewalk