"Is there anything you want before we leave?"
Yeah.
You.
It's always been you.
It will always be you.
How do I forget you?
A hope shoved away
So far down
I didn't know it existed.
One night
All the ignorance,
All the denial,
Every single longing
Brought to drunken realization.
Spinning.
Whirling.
Up and down
Mixed signals all around.
A three-six-five day search
For answers
To feelings unexplained;
New and tingly,
Old and safe.
Yet something left us chained
To doubts and insecurities,
Enshrouded by what-ifs
And worst case scenarios.
Could we?
Maybe...
Should we?
Maybe.
Will we?
Maybe?
Can we please
Finally
Take the leap?
No.
You say it's always been no.
It will always be no.
And yet you act
As if a small part of you
Just can't forget the time
You almost said
Yes.
YOU ARE READING
always been always be forget
PoetryReflecting on an almost love affair that is harder to forget than initially expected. Matters worsen by the mixed signals and lingering of what was almost a yes.
