I had a feeling you would be there—
the venue, so close to your place,
a Saturday, a few days past your birthday.
I had a feeling you would be there.
I wanted to see you,
to see them.
It was a public event,
but I had a feeling you wouldn’t want to see me.
I had a feeling you would be there,
but if you ignored me,
it would break my heart.
I didn’t know how you'd react,
so I chose not to go.
I had a feeling you would be there.
So much of you stays with me.
I didn’t forget your birthday—
but I wanted to respect your space.