i wish we could meet again
as strangers
i could make you laugh and smile
and i'd take your hand, again,
and we would have no idea

and i swear to god
this time
would be different

and i bite my lip
wondering how i could ever manage
to hurt the person who i loved

i wish i sat next to you on some bus
and we'd smile each other
exchanging names
i promise i'd take better care of your heart

concerning my own betrayal
i have no idea where i stand
i mull over your reparations
as if to somehow break even

you are happy without me, now,
so maybe there's
nothing to fuss about