Crossed

I wish we could skip the moment of being crossed.
That moment when talking becomes monologues.
That period of understanding only our own motives.
That time of very verbally being utterly deaf.

I value the time we restfully understand meaning.
That easy breezy way of coming together.
That singular path our sentences eventually take.
That time of blindly trustfully cooperating.

I fight to keep my boundaries respected by you.
That part of me I won’t allow to be smudged.
That area you consciously tread upon with your words.
That heart I naively opened up to you.

I trust I’ll keep the foundation strong.
That moment where I am me is evident.
That strength momentary effortless existence shows.
That part of me that can’t ever be devalued.

I think we are capable of finding the middle ground.
That valued place of achieved mutual respect.
That same elusive goal we’re approaching differently.
The place of calmness,

Where all That is just all That,
Where we can love again.