Speak

It's time. You are old enough now and I know you are capable, so think about what you want to say and speak. I'm here for you. I've heard you humming music, and the looks you shoot me say you are ready to speak. I think I've waited long enough. NO!, you have waited long enough, let it out. Come on buddy, you can do this. Release the flood of words that you have damned up for so very long, relieve yourself of the burden. Is this a confidence issue? You are the sharpest rock I've ever known and I know anything you say will be brilliant; you have nothing to be ashamed of. Or maybe this is a trust issue between you and me, but I think I've proven my loyalty by not telling a soul about you or how special you are. Besides I trust you my friend, and you know you are emotionally, literally, and totally my rock. I see you looking at me with those sad googly eyes and I'm not sure what you are trying to tell me. It's so hard to tell if that is a tear or some left over hot glue, but if you're not ready then I guess you're not ready. I was hoping this would be the day, the moment, and I was planning on celebrating by taking you to the most wonderful place in the world. Damn it! I've had it. I have a pocket full of quarters and I'm going to the laundromat without you now; I'll have all the front-loading washing machine action I can handle. So you think about that.