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.