All of me and a lot of you.

I'm so sorry you can't call me.
I'm so sorry last night was quiet between us.
I loved your stories, but I have none to share.
You are perfect
You are wonderful
I'm so sorry I am not.
I'm so sorry I can't be outgoing like your friends.
I'm so sorry you can't just read my mind.
If you could, you would see.
You would see all of the wonderful thoughts and ideas.
You would see all of me
and a lot of you.
You would probably see us together.
You would hear beautiful music
and see beautiful sketches
of beautiful people.
You would see all of me
and a lot of you.

I'm so sorry I can't be so much better.
I'm so sorry if you think me shy.
I'm so sorry if I don't speak like I write.
But it's so not the same, you see.
If you could read my mind you would see the anticipation, the apprehension, the tension, the unbearable idea that this collision is unavoidable.
You would see the cogs shaking and grinding.
You would see them get shudder and come to a complete halt.
If you could read my mind, you would see all of me
and a lot of you.