I wish I could tell you

I wish I could tell you 
That I miss your face 
But my therapist said,  
“You have to go at her pace.” 

I feel a little nervous 
While we make this change 
I’m used to our banter
This quiet feels strange 

You decided you couldn’t —
There was something in the way.
You hope we’ll still be friends —  
I hope that we are friends…

I want to text you a poem 
While you’re drinking coffee 
Your day has just started 
You’re easing into yourself 

But I have to show you
That you’re safe with me around
I won’t overwhelm you—
So these words stay underground

I end the day with kindness,
Letting everything be slow
I’m learning how to care for you
In the quiet ways that show

If friendship is the future,
Then I’ll meet it where you stand
No pressure in the moments—
Just an open, steady hand

I wrote this poem with the melody in mind from the song “Coffee,” by Chappell Roan. Listen to the first few lilting lines from that, and you’ll get the gist. It doesn’t precisely follow, so you might have to work at it.