That was supposed to be the night I opened my heart to tell you the truth that I held inside. I thought about how to start, many times. The introduction was right but the body and the closing lines messed up. Those words were not the ones I wanted to say, at least, not the ones I’d like you to hear on a last day. But funny how this life somewhat changed the situation. Either we ended up all too serious or we ended up the comical way.
The thing about us
Was supposed to be this not that
Shouldn’t we sit there–
no, we don’t even care
The intention was to discuss prior concerns,
hey the interview, I knew. I knew! I knew?
All but the best except my spoiled coffee
The night simply peeled off the awkward way.
A composite of me and the universe 