You hold a tight fist full of excuses
I hold my best grip on your arm
You open up wide, though not to hold me
Been away so long, your face is faded
The deep missing has gone shallow
You open eyes wide, though not to see me
I feel avoided
Like a dentist appointment
Like an awkward embrace
You should be calling
Your phone is off
Your voice is choked
You hold your weakness in your fist
I hold my weakness on my chest
You open up wide, though not to hold me