Awkward Silences

Here we are. This is what we wanted.
But something is needed to fill in the blanks.
Something said, so we know where it stands.
To make ours, beliefs, directions, for we are thieves,
Of central workings, emotions, shared demands.
All we need, is to break it, so we can mend it.
All we have to do is cut it, wool already knit.
Still, it has to be done. A voice, has to be sung.
Those old strings, always kept, have to give way,
To say the things, simple and soft, we have to say.

So simple. And soft.