When they asked me whether or not I missed you,
I told them I had moved on long ago.
But we both know that isn’t true.
In the movies, there’s always a warning
A foreshadowing clue
Some type of sign
Hidden between the lines.
But you told me you’d stay one day
And walked away without a note the next.
We used to sit on top of my mother’s blue car.
In the summer, it would burn our legs,
But we didn’t care
Because sometimes you care about someone so much,
Everything else doesn’t seem to be a priority.
I didn’t truly try to stop you.
I tried to speak, but instead
I swallowed my words and my pride
With every other thing I tried to say.
But everything stuck in my throat like pills
And left the bitter aftertaste of regret.
But I do not regret loving you.
Not for a minute,
Not for a second,
Not for the slightest shortest moment
Do I regret the way our fingers intertwined
As you held my hand when we walked around the town.
Because the puddles at our feet were not obstacles.
With you, the potholes full of rainwater were places to dance on.
It was okay getting soaked from the cold rain as long
As our hands were clasped together.
I do not regret loving you,
But I regret loving you when you didn’t love me back
Because the highway was always bumpy but
I stayed because I didn’t want to risk going to bumpier roads.
I didn’t realize I didn’t need to ride in this car.
I didn’t see the smoother roads because of the walls you built
Shutting out any sign of other things worth caring about.
After all,
This ride was completely overcharged.
I continued to try to find shortcuts
When I should have just turned around.
The destination I aimed for was wrong
It’s good I let you go.
I thought I regretted seeing you in the rearview mirror,
But I just missed the drive.
