Thanks Joseph Smith, Jr.

We could do it

If anyone could, It would be us

I'd navigate my doubts

And we would be an anomaly

Then you said,  "This."

"This, I won't talk about with you"

That moment told me more than ALL the books

It was a vast library in one statement

If tables were turned

I would have read every book for you

Faced every question you asked,  "This"

"This I will talk about with you"

You never yelled, never got mad

You put it in a compartment and ignored

Being ignored hurts more

Solitary amongst the noise

It faded away, talking waned to typing

typing became mere texts

You still can't talk

And I can no longer be ignored

Water moved under the bridge

A sea of change in droplets

The new question now was - What hurts more?

Watching it rot? or Watching it burn?

If you would only talk to me

What scares you more-

That I might be hateful?

Or that I might be logical?

The erosion of friendship painted a mural

A game of percentages

Day to day casual of the 75 percent yet never

Authenticity for the whole

I went all in

And called the bluff

Talk to me or I've had enough

Again I heard that I had heard before

"This"

"This, I won't talk about with you"

Out of self preservation

I toe tagged the friendship

Had I killed it or only admitted defeat?

Put out on the table

What could not be said

Can the devout walk with those who doubt?

Can the apostate and the believer

See eye to eye?

They can only try.

But us?
We could not talk about it.