Things Never Go To Plan

I was hoping you would ask
The moment you clicked the door shut
And I was looking at the ground
“Is this the last time we’re going to see each other?”

There won’t be a next month like you said
This is what the intervention was for all along
To finally gain closure
Courtesy is no longer needed
So I drew the line
Between you and the door

All I wanted was to hear you say “ I Love You” for the last time
But, you didn’t.
And that’s okay.
I didn’t need to hear it anyway.

All I wanted was to tell you this:

“The night I got high off of acid. I thought of you at 6:20 AM. I decided to draw superheroes blasting off into space. I wrote in the captions: ‘Two amazing people, met and fell in love. Then they blasted into space eternally.’ You don’t know if they went together or separately or even separate, but together. But, that was me putting context to us. You don’t even remember the phone call from that night. But, it was the best thing you could’ve done: confusing me for another girl. I wasn’t anywhere close to moving on at the time, but you did. And that’s amazing. I was never really here I guess. I was never truly here. “