:: Boy In Corner ::

:: Tuesday, June 10, 2003 ::

We Have To Talk

"We have to talk,"
"I need to talk to you about something,"
"I have to tell you something important,"
"Can we talk? It's kinda important."

And the overwhelming feeling of dread swoops down,
A bird of prey casting a shadow over my chest as I feel
It's claws about to tear into my chest,
And my throat locks up,
My mouth becomes the Sahara.

And of course, The Talk never comes right away.
The Talk is always preceded by at least ten minutes of small talk,
Or time between phone calls,
Because you need that time to sit back in your chair and reflect on how possibly you have fucked up.

And then again, it might not even be your fault.
Sometimes the pieces just don't fall into place,
Or outside forces just out of your sphere of influence work against you.

Or perhaps you're just being paranoid.
Perhaps there is nothing wrong with them.
Perhaps The Talk really has nothing to do with your relationship.
Perhaps The Talk really is just about a trip, or the weather, or, lucky you, some new position they want to try.

But when your intuition sparks and sends that chill down your spine,
The dread coursing through your neurons
And your shirt suddenly starts compressing your chest,
You know you are not that lucky.

And after using your time to try and figure out how you messed up,
Or perhaps what you could do to make it better,
You get the next phone call,
The email,
The IM,
The meeting,
And The Talk begins.

Many times you can work things out,
Discuss the problem(s) and fight through the darkness together,
Many times your relationship changes forms and dies.

The sunrise brings about another day.
The sunrise washes the slate clean.
The sunrise brings the same old, same old, with only slight alterations of the pants you both wear.

Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset,
Sunrise, Sunset.

"We have to talk."
Wait, did those words come out of my mouth?

:: Rick Kitagawa 1:34 PM [+] ::
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