Tabula Rasa

I look at you
But the words won't come
And it's never like you
To have anything to say
No contribution
No conversation
No dialogue between us
You only reflect
Deflect
Echo
Without giving anything
Of comfort or counsel
Still I always return
Hoping
This will be the day
That between us
Something of worth
Might be
May be
Found

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