Facade...

I have nothing to say
at the moment
that you want
to hear.
The words in my head,
on the tip of my tongue,
would send you away
so, I say nothing
right now
of any import
in order to keep you
close by.
Were you busy today?
Any plans for the weekend?
Meanwhile, my brain and
my heart
overflow, flooded with
want and fear of
goodbye.
Skimming the surface
Superficially chanting
much meaningless think.
How sad that we
dance around,
unsatisfyingly,
what both of us crave,
determined to maintain our
exterior shield
of wanting for naught.