I Was not that Person
I heard the strum of a guitar today
thought of you, it made my eyes well up
why did I leave? What was I thinking?
Was I out of meds? I dare not replay my exit
I fear I was cruel, my words harsh and mean.
We had such a marvelous time together those first years
But I felt stale, moldy, dank, damp, disrespected
It is wimpy to say “it was not you, it was me”
But I believe it was
Not sure if you were real now, or an illusion.
Remember the race to the thirteenth floor on the North Building?
I could barely stand up, and you were still sprinting
Your face was precious.
You had such a lovely ambiance that day
I fell in love with the idea of falling in love
Today I saw a tiny toddler in a pink dress
She reminded me of our plans to have a family
I wonder if you will find the love of your life and follow through?
I was not that person
I believe you know that now. I hope you do.
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