Somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow there’s I’m sorry.
Maybe I spent too much time loving you,
Instead of learning how to say goodbye.
I think that you are my way of pretending that the world isn’t ending.
Every day I find new ways to reopen this wound.
You have a new job, a new home,
A soon-to-be wife.
But I’m still here.
Sitting at the same coffee shop,
Drinking the same coffee in the same seat where I looked at you and knew
it was over
Long before you would ever admit it.
