If you had asked me the color of the sky
I would have told you.
If you had asked me why I cry
My answer would have been true.
So many things you could have known
If you had asked in a normal tone.
If I had loved you a little bit more
You might still be here
Instead of walking out the door.
Communication was not our best skill
Yet when we talked I loved you more.
Each conversation was a thrill.
We made peace and love, not war.
We didn’t have to do things my way
I just wanted a say.
It was more important that we heard
All the inner desires of the heart
Word for word.
If we had refused to argue and fight
Things might have turned out all right.
I still miss you
And dear, the sky is blue.