It’s not that I didn’t want you.
It’s just that I knew, or thought I knew,
you didn’t need me.
But maybe that was the shallow me
back before I caught wind of the real me,
staring back in the mirror.
It’s not that I think you don’t want me;
it’s just that I’ve been trailing off in thoughts of
what would be of us had you stayed on the west coast.
It’s not like my bed isn’t empty on your side
should you need a place to sleep.
It’s not like I’m offering.
I’m just saying I haven’t
forgotten what it means to be with you,
hiding from the cops in your parent’s attic.
I’m sure there’s still a warrant out for us.
So return before I turn you in.
(© 2022 AC)