Maybe I Won’t

I've been wondering all this time,

what it would take for you to have me on your mind.

And I've been wondering if you feel the same about me-

that you did about her, before she walked away.

I've wanted to know what kinds of things you think about when we talk.

Whether it's kissing and touching,

or if it's walks on a beach at midnight, talking until we fall asleep.

I've wanted to know if you actually think we're going to work out this time,

or if I'm just the one you'll call when she breaks your heart again.

I want to know if you still imagine that life;

the one you told me about in May,

where it's you and me, three kids

and a house on a farm.

You said there'd be animals,

but right now I'm seeing an empty barn.

I never wanted to know about when she had your heart.

I only wanted to know how she broke it,

so that I knew that after I put it back together,

I would never risk breaking it apart.

But recently, everything feels familiar, yet so new.

I not only go to sleep talking to you, but I wake up with messages from you too.

For the first time in a while, it feels like we have a future,

instead of just passing time pretending to be together.

And we talk to each other- really talk;

we talk about feelings, what we want, what we imagine our life will be like,

and it's starting to feel like I know we might be, where this is going.

and that I won't have to die wondering.