Shutting Up and Shutting Down

Every morning we went on our way,
Taking sharp turns and topping endless hills,
I wish you had talked more,
I wish I had talked less.

We talked about Sports,
Meaning, I repeated what my Dad said about a game the night before,
Which may as well have been French to me.
I wish I had shut up,
If only I'd known you were shutting down.

You laughed at my dumb jokes,
It's okay,
I know you were faking.
I wish I hadn't been telling jokes,
But realizing you were faking more than laughing,

There's nothing more to do now but look back on the bright side,
Where I'm sure you are now,
And remember the sharp turns,
Dumb jokes,
Time spent figuring out if you were speaking of baseball or football,
And look forward to continuing our conversations one day.

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