I can tell in your text that you don’t want me too.

When you say sure or ok, you don’t really approve.

You tell me yes when you want to say no.

Just say no. That way when I get home,

there isn’t the awkward silence,

We wouldn’t feel the guilt of not speaking up

and telling each other what we really wanted.

Can’t we just talk?

The way you and dad do when something is on you mind.

Or you and the stranger wearing the green apron

behind the coffee machine.

But I suppose everyone talks to them.

Perfectly familiar and anonymous.

Maybe I’ll wear a green apron.

Maybe that will help.

Maybe.