Comfortably Awkward

The promise of your presence

arouses my anger.

Undeniably

I’m tingling with nervous excitement.

I’m rehearsing what I’ll say.

I’m deciding on a demeanor.

before too long

we’ve fallen comfortably

back into our old patterns.

And still the awkwardness finds itself

edging in between our words.

All the things we left unsaid

appear in the sidelong glances;

those knowing asides

that everyone sees

but no one understands.