That Time..

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…

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