Times

it's times like these
that slow everything down
and I need to feel you,
near.
reach out and know,
you are here
it's never a good sign
when the humor cuts both ways
biting,
insulting
with a dash of mean thrown in.
just for fun, you say
and this is how you show me you care
really
so, this is how you comfort me
in the still of the night,
as the words repeat
seared.
and the pain penetrates,
deeper
within
somehow this doesn't feel like love
doesn't feel like anything,
close...