I worry you miss her.
I worry that you still think of her.
I worry you compare me to her and when you do you're disappointed.
I worry you regret ending things with her.
I worry you'll realize you want her back.
I worry when you take all day to respond.
When you tell me you're too busy to talk.
When you cancel our plans.
I worry I'm not on your mind anymore.
I worry I'm on a train heading full speed ahead towards a dead end.
If I would have known I would have kept my ticket in my pocket.
Never mind my curiosity of the view through the window.
If I would have known it would begin to be this way I would have walked away before I boarded.
I would have held onto the ticket in my pocket and went home.
I would have been disappointed but I would have been safe.
Now it's too late.
