Small Talk

Standing in the baggage claim,

Trying to keep my hands from shaking,

Grab a coffee it’s just something to do.

Coming home ain’t nothing new,

But this time our hello is different,

Under circumstances we didn’t choose.

I turn up the radio,

It’s my little way to tell you,

You ain’t gotta fill up all this space.

So much we could talk about,

Could we just talk about the weather.

Those conversations have their time and place,

It’s okay.

Sometimes the truths too hard to face,

Sometimes there’s things we don’t need to say,

Sometimes a little says it all,

Small talk.

A couple days clothes, a suit and tie,

Not a whole lot that I brought with me.

Didn’t plan on staying here too long.

Familiar faces asking bout,

How things with me are turning out.

To spare me the reminder of what’s gone.

Something to hold us steady,

Until our hearts are ready.

And we know what to say.