Sometimes….
I think of you in passing.
Like when I read about politics or
Listen to the music you’ve shown me
Part of me felt a little empty
And willed myself to muster up
What your opinion might be
That never works.
You always caught me by surprise
With every thought and every word.
I think I could have
Listened more when we would speak.
Maybe you would have been
That much more affectionate with me
I think I worried too much
Of showing you I cared
Although I’m not sure why
You couldn’t really love me
I was the only one
And it wasn’t fair.
Waiting for you to say it
Waiting for you to want me there.
But most of the time I was happy
You showed me how to be brave
When it counts.
Like speaking up about what I needed
And showing someone what I want.
I believe you were mostly authentic
And honest all the time
So I thank you for not leading me on
Or accepting me completely blind.
I was so ready and you weren’t
The right person at the wrong time
Isn’t that how it always goes ?
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