Talk to me

Talk to me

Use more than words

Choked up in broken phrases

Everything will be fine

So many times said

It is a sad echo

Come to me

There is no ease

In being told to take it easy

Nothing will fill the space

Love is dead

With nothing to return

Empty me

So little is left

It will need more than a token

Of reassurance

To breathe new life

Into a sorry sack

Thin-skinned shell

Fragile carapace

Too easily cracked like an egg

Rotting from the inside

Roll with me

Curb the sterility

Of this uncertainty.