We talk about a lot of things
except the things
that are important to you
but I cannot bear to mention.
You want explanations and resolutions
and I just want to get through another day
without incident
or any discussion
of any import.

You want to talk
and I want to be.
You want to love
and I want to go.
You want a pair
and I want all the Jacks
but I can’t explain it.
I won’t.
I don’t want to.

So
the holes
in our conversation
grow
and we both know
what we know.