I imagine you walking up my stairs and
Having a seat in my living room… We make conversation
Over a glass of wine and I
Pretend to think you’ll be leaving soon. You begin the track back…

“Ever wonder how different life would be if I hadn’t been so scared of
You? If I hadn’t been so
Overwhelmed? If I had
Understood, took the time to think it through?” …I reply…

“Maybe we’d still walk hand in hand
And your life would not be falling apart…” and I
Keep telling myself inside quietly…”don’t dare let this start…” Nights like these never
End…not when you invite a lover turned friend
Into your home to reflect.

Timing can just be so goddamn tragic…so
Thoroughly imperfect…I think for many minutes before saying…

“Hold my hand while you cry on my shoulder. This wasn’t
Really your fault. It wasn’t planned, you’re just getting
Older and LOVE is not at all what we were taught.
Ultimately, you’ll be at peace and your
Guilt will slowly fade. But I’m
Here for you now and I’ll do whatever it takes
To get you on your feet and I won’t
Hate you for your past mistakes because…
I did love you once…and that is
Simply reason enough…”