You rang me.
After dinner.
Right after dinner.
I got happy, of course.
And I asked why you were calling.
You said you had to tell me something.

My brain, made the connections very fast:
You talked with him during dinner.
You left him.
Yes.
You left him.
The back of my mind was still calling me stupid.
After all, it would be nonsense if you left him. Totally nonsense.

Still, for once, I didn’t listen to the sane and truthful voice in the back of my mind.
I was laughing,
Smiling,
And hoping.
I wanted it to be.
Please,
Tell me,
You left him.
You left him.
Tell me.
And then you say:

“I wanted to see you smile.”

Of course you do.
Of course that was it.
After all, it would be nonsense if you left him.

“I have to talk in a lower tone, because... you know... I’m not alone.”

Of course I know.
Of course you have to talk in a lower tone.
After all, it would be nonsense if you left him.

I say you are sweet.
You indeed are.
And I smile, and say:

“My heart is racing, and I don’t know why”

Of course it is racing.
Of course I could not mention why.
After all, it would be nonsense if you left him.

And you say that you love me,
In a even lower tone.
Oh please, I cannot even hear you.
He will not hear you, don’t worry.
But I understand, I do.
After all, it would be nonsense if you left him.

I don’t know if it will happen.
After all, it would be nonsense if you left him.
It will never be the right time.
After all, it would be nonsense if you left him.
You will never be ready.
After all, it would be nonsense if you left him.
You cannot leave him.
After all, it would be nonsense if you left him.
Because he would hurt.
He can’t hurt.
I can hurt.
You have known him for years.
It would be nonsense if you left him.
And you won’t leave him.

And that’s ok.