Mixed Signals

I initially framed this as a paragraph, like a short snippet. After looking at it again, it seemed to me that this could be a poem of sorts, so here it is. A slightly modified version of what I'd written earlier:

I look at the hills, the deep valleys

the excess green from my hotel balcony,

and I don’t know why,

but I am reminded of you.

You are the opposite of this calm I am exposed to,

at least in the way you make me feel.

We know each other well enough

to come to a conclusion that “friends”

is the best tag for our relationship,

but I can’t help but feel that there is room for more.

The air is cold now, just like you used to be,

when you knew, knew about how I felt and hated that.

Now you think that I don’t feel the same

anymore, which changed you.

I am happy that I received the earlier message,

but the messages you give me now are not that clear anymore.

You send mixed signals. I choose to ignore it, but occasionally,

I do wonder what would happen if we went from “me” to “we”.

Most of my visions end in disaster,

but some have a happy continuity,

with a future ahead. What the future holds I don’t know,

but I bet it's pretty cool.

I am feeling cool now. The temperature just dropped.

A signal perhaps? Maybe we’re just not meant to be….

It’s warmer now…the weather is confused like you I guess,

giving me mixed signals. Should I trust it? Should I trust you?

Will you shatter my little heart to pieces again or will you

change just a bit?

-Ipshita Pal