Discussions In My Head Poem by ANDREW CULJAK

I have discussions in my head
With family, friends not here but dead.
Coworkers or acquaintances
Who said they were but weren't instead.

Not dead and buried, not burned to ash.
It's just that part of life has passed;
Of evening talks through nights that last
Till dawn when gone is our repast.

Not that those true nor I don't care,
But life removed our time to spare
For conversations laying bare
Our hunger for those thoughts to share.

Brief connections on the phone
Of day to day a fragile hold
On inspiration we've been sold
To leave that child out in the cold.

Debates, and Arguments, grand designs
A memory swallowed up by time,
Replaced by fear of a great divide
Too far to bridge and so we hide.

By clicking thumbs up, comments, likes
Our love no longer erudite
We keep our truths in dark of night
Except when lashing out in spite

My friends and family are not dead
The bonds are simply less intense.
So I sit not in diffidence,
And have discussions in my head.