“Maybe in another life,” I say.
“But why not this one?” you ask, eyes full of dismay.
“What’s in our way?” you continue.
“I just can’t be with you,” I reply.
“Why are you lying?” you shout.
“What reason do i have to lie?” I say, but I know you still hold doubt.
“You don’t want me” you accuse.
“You never wanted me until now” I muse.
“I’ve wanted you every day,” you say.
“Maybe in another life.” And I walk away.