Don't go,
I almost did.
Leave now and never come back,
Slammed doors and smashed fists.
You won't even say goodbye?
I never wanted to.
Don't go.
So I came back.
When it hurt, and I was angry, and I didn't want to, and I wasn't ready,
I came back,
So you had somewhere to come back to.
You walked first.
Second,
And third.
The first time, I broke again
But I swallowed my pride, and told myself in time, I would find a way to swallow the hurt too,
Or at least hide how deep this one went.
The second, I remembered why I almost left,
I remembered you there,
"Don't go."
Me with nowhere left to go back to.
The third time,
What could you say?
"Come back, again?" How about:
"Hello" (no goodbye).
You walked first, the third time now.
I took a breath, a last and final sigh,
Or cry,
I wondered if I might see my friend again,
And I walked off myself.
We almost didn't
But you did.
Eventually, so did I.
