We are two tin cans
Strung along a tenuous line
Reverberations creating tension
Until we pull tight
And relieve the miscommunication
Inside my head
This tinny sound is aching
Awaiting the renewed sound
Of your smooth voice
The thing that melts me
Awash with waves of uncertainty
I reel from the lack
Of your tight embrace
Willing a new taught string
To rise up in the old one's place
And once again,
We can speak out loud
And honestly