awkward moments

We stand around and look at
anything but each other.
I twist my curls around my fingers
And you play with a feather.

We try to start a conversation
But end up misunderstanding
By the time it's all cleared up
The subjects not worth discussing.

We laugh at something small.
The other begs an explanation.
But when the explanation's given
It's just not funny at all.

But when we part ways
And hug each other goodbye
We think of something to say
But now we have to fly.

It takes a week of fermenting
A plan inside our heads
To know waht to talk about
Next time our mouths run dead.

Next time we're together
There's something in the way.
We forget our plans and motives,
And just stare into space.