Lost in Translation

I miss the days when things were effortless
When we'd finish each other's sentences.
These days, I find myself second-guessing
The meaning behind your statements.

It seems to me that the biggest follies
Are the fewness of your years
And the freshness of your experience
And the obstinacy of my own mind.

And therein lies the rub.
We don't speak the same words anymore
The facade has crumbled.
We are markedly different.

But, that's all right.
I did promise to make this work.
There's too just too much being carried
That can just as easily be jettisoned.

Maybe in a few years, you'll know what I mean
By then, you will have either moved on
Or you might still be stuck with me
Whatever the case, just soldier on.
You are so much better than this.
We are so much bigger than this.