That time I left the restaurant for fear of what would start.
That time I text to cancel even though it broke my heart.
That time you looked straight through me and I knew you thought I’d lied.
That time I hid the truth from you to save my foolish pride.
It’s not that I don’t want to be there.
It couldn’t be further from the truth.
It’s just I have this other thing I simply cannot mute.
It hovers all around me and sometimes calls my name.
Reminds me of just how quickly a situation can change.
I know it won’t make sense to you. That’s ok and not the point.
I just need you to know those times were not my fault…