Says. Said. Saying

Now he wants to talk.
When I have nothing else to say.
When I think the time for talking is past,
and I want it to be clean, quick and simple.

Now he wants to discuss.
The "various aspects" of us.
I don't remember any of them,
they all seem so long long ago.

Now he wants to heal,
when the scabs are well-adhered,
and nothing is bleeding anymore.
Not my heart. Definitely not my heart.

Now my God, He speaks.
Turn around and listen.
You may not have the words,
but your heart is still Mine to hold.