I could have asked you A thousand things In the time we spent together.
I could have asked you For the real reason As to why you chose to spend Those past few nights with me In this nameless, blameless city.
I could have asked you Who or what you were thinking of In the times that you fell silent And stared off into the distance.
I could have asked you If you thought that Coming here was a mistake And that you'd rather be somewhere else, Lost in the arms of someone else.
I could have asked you how I never Heard you utter my name and yet The taste of his name still lingered On your lips and on your tongue And down your throat.
I could have told you A thousand things In the time we spent together.
I could have told you How I wanted everything, And yet nothing, to change.
I could have told you That the people we used to love Didn't have to ruin the memories Of things we cherished the most Or the memories that we were About to create.
I could have told you About how leaving was such sweet misery And yet it didn't have to mean Saying goodbye.
About how I was still uncertain About everything. About you, about me.
About what this was And where all of this Was going.
But no. I tried my hardest not to. I was too busy drowning In the things I wanted to ask And the things I wanted you to say That I forgot That it wasn't going to matter Soon enough.