Finally got my second chance,
The other night or other day
I had a dream I sent this man I work
with an email, I think from my personal email address,
Revealing something I can't remember now
that was too personal in nature.
As soon as I sent it, I realized it
was the end of the world. I knew I couldn't unsend it
so I braced myself and told myself so what.
Then I woke up and was relieved this was just a dream,
this whole thing that never happened, just one less thing
to worry about.
But it felt like so close of a call.
That was last week or something,
Today I work, I go on too loudly,
He can always overhear me.
Sometimes I pass him in the hallways,
I look the other way.
Maybe it wasn't a second chance at all,
Just a retelling of what really does happen,
every day, every day.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 3:38 AM UTC
Finally got my second chance,
The other night or other day
I had a dream I sent this man I work
with an email, I think from my personal email address,
Revealing something I can't remember now
that was too personal in nature.
As soon as I sent it, I realized it
was the end of the world. I knew I couldn't unsend it
so I braced myself and told myself so what.
Then I woke up and was relieved this was just a dream,
this whole thing that never happened, just one less thing
to worry about.
But it felt like so close of a call.
That was last week or something,
Today I work, I go on too loudly,
He can always overhear me.
Sometimes I pass him in the hallways,
I look the other way.
Maybe it wasn't a second chance at all,
Just a retelling of what really does happen,
every day, every day.
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