Complication

Nothing is right between you and me ever since I came back
We never talk as much. Never spend time together
I clearly miss the storytelling and the quiet walks home
Time when it's just you and me in comfortable silence

Now we're left groping in the darkness of complication
Brought by unmet expectations

There are only two ways to reconcile this conflict
Either we finally draw closer or fall apart.

I'm not sure which of the two I want more.
But I do know that when I am reminded of my trip
Where I was away from family and friends
It was you who was always there

Those moments are what I hold on to.
The moments when I am certain that we are special
That nothing could go between us.

The unspoken words have grown too large
Either they come out
Or become buried deep down in our memory.