I’m sorry I didn’t see you see you there. Well, I saw you. I saw how
much of an amazing, wonderful, intelligent, wise, kind, sexy genius
you are but:
I didn’t hear your sighs.
Or the way you stood by me.
Or how you always seemed to be where I was.
Or your extra warm smiles.
Or how you listened.
Or how your hugs could be embraces.
And then I kissed him.
And I didn’t hear the breaking of your heart.
But all of this could be imagingings in my head. I’ll never
know for sure.
But if your showed up on my door with roses, I would surely ravage