Space

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.