love it when you call me baby reminding me of the time before you fell out of love for me
where the ink dried the spot where you couldn’t squirm between that rock and a hard place the yellow tape and hazmat suits and the church bells that rang and laughed at you while you stood outside and thought about him getting married to the one that was never going to be you
but that was only after
all the calls and the dinners and the slow dances in the living room and the strolls around the park but then came the doubts and the arguing and the deep seated resentment that became apparent
and it was like she never really knew him only a silhouette of what he used to be should have been..