it was a sunday, and i remember because
the ravens were on at a break in the play,
and thats when i took the opportunity to say
i know you lied.
how? you didn’t know, yet you argued your case
but reality showed through the look on your face
and i said that i would go find a new place
and then, you cried.
but i once did this for you and i once did that,
you listed, as the ravens came back from the mat.
oh were we keeping score? is this tit for tat? if so,
you don’t want to play.
if in one column is memories, movies and gifts,
phone calls and messages, concerts and lifts,
intelligent chats and laughter til we ripped,
it’s all outweighed.
and i’m not even surprised, nor surprisingly, mad
though somehow i am quite surprisingly sad
even still, to let go of the times that we had.
so please, leave me alone.
it is for the best but i can’t get it out of my head
that some day, maybe soon, we’d have probably wed
if i had just listened to you when you said, penny,
don’t pick up the phone.