Tête-à-tête

There are these things I want to say 

To you 

My little heart's desires. 

Everything I thought we could be 

Maybe everything we were.

There are these memories I want to share 

With you

My teeny mind conjures

Every conversation we’ve had 

Maybe in some other lifetime. 

There are these questions I want to ask

Of you

My nimble hands create

Of moments in your life 

That I was never a part of. 

There are these stories I want to narrate 

To you

My silly head remembers 

Alas I can’t and won’t instead

I'll watch the mumblings wane.