"MOOT"

My gaze turns up, the point is moot 

You catch the shift, one I can’t dispute

I brush you off, your teeth are in 

I sigh, look at you, and begin

I laid it out, which broke my heart

Threw up some walls, accepted my part

I’m learning to love, just as we are

Hands in my pockets, not reaching for the stars

I accept, move forward, move through

Goal destination – the very same place as you

Forgive me, my word choice, my distant gaze

My heart slightly fractured, yet still ablaze

I stir my drink, breathe, look up

Move to another subject, quite abrupt

I’m talking, distracted, rambling a touch

Fearful, if not careful, I’ll ruin our lunch

There’s a shift in you too, I scan your eyes

Don’t like to often, but I press and pry

Your gaze to me, straight on, absurd

Say you don’t like my choice of word

“Moot”, it hurt, it stung, went deep

With me, you wanna snuggle and sleep

“Moot”, it hurts, babe, it stings so deep

With you, I wanted to forever keep