And I tend to agree.
How else could I live with
Knowing you never loved me?
It's a sad kind of peace
That comes with a phone call
The one that says
'Is this Mr. X's girlfriend?'
And I say yes -
I don't know how else to answer.
And then I hear, after a beat,
'This is his wife.'
What do you do,
When your heart gets torn out of you?
When your chest seizes up
And your breath gets short.
Be still, my heart.
Between you and me,
It's a sad kind of peace
That comes with a call.
Do you love me?
Did you ever?
October 2, 2011
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