we all make them. they happen to the best of us.
i cant even tell you what time it was.
the tv was on.
and i had to use the restroom.
i walked out of the bedroom.
you werent on the sofa, you werent inside.
i wanted to mind my business, so i used the restroom.
i got back in bed.
and fell asleep.
the next morning, you still werent there.
i wasnt nervous, just confused.
when i was little my mom would disappear for weeks at a time.
she would come back and act like nothing happened.
as if she was never gone.
i cant say i didn't hate it, but getting worried about her got old.
for you it was no different.
youd turn up eventually.
hopefully alive.
and i dont know what you did or what or who you worked for, but i had no concern.
i wish i had,
i wish a lot of things. but regret hardly anything.
like meeting you.
thats something ill never regret.
no matter what i find out.
