Tell me

My whole body trembles
as leaves in the cold november
you seem distant, thoughtful
serious and tense
I want to know
so tell me for it what it worths
I need to know
Is it me? is it you?
is it the time?
is it that it just doesn´t feel right?
your watery kisses
your reserved ways
I should walk away
turn the page
Every chapter seems secretive
hidding details that at the end
make this book incomplete
utterly hard to read.