Why did I say that to you?
I don’t even know why I felt like that.
When someone meets a person
And starts spending time with them,
Obviously things happen.
Personalities are attractive to me.
Yours is great.
It’s nothing special or unordinary.
It’s strange to be around it.
For a while, I was extremely affected by you.
Being around you caused certain feelings,
Sometimes excessively happy,
Sometimes bothered or depressed,
But I knew I could not replace
Someone so important.
How could I, even if you wanted me to?
So, why didn’t I keep it hidden?
It was eating me up everytime I saw you.
You have to tell someone when they look remarkably good to you,
At least just to get it off.
So, I brought it out.
Now that another situation
Has come up with another,
I’m afraid.
I’ve said, and believed, that I don’t see you the same.
You don’t affect me the same way anymore.
It won’t be a problem.
However, you’ve been gone for quite some time.
What happens if I still feel it?
And what if it’s not even the same –
What if you look even better to me than before?
What if, for some unfortunate reason, you’re no longer occupied
With your present situation?
Would that make a place for me?
As much as I would like that?
I wouldn’t want to.
I’ve promised another it wouldn’t happen.
I need some assurance.
If there is a possibility
For me to take his place,
And things unfortunately disappear
With me and this other person,
I hope that, until then,
There will be many more Shellacs,
Many more bars snuck into,
Many more pipes lit up.
Come home now.