moments before

a year (?) goes by and I realize something watches out for me.
how easy would it have been to say what I wanted, oh.. what I thought I wanted.
with the cat on my other side, and a fog in my brain.........

"Ice Cream."

The beauty of being a fatty- no lines get crossed. Everything can be laughed at.
And I will never tell you.
No, I will never tell you.

And now, really, you're
gone, gone
Gone.

Moments on trails, almost forgotten
Things almost said that could have possibly been true-
"I felt the same."
What does that mean, exactly?
You felt the same. Yes, you said that.
I don't trust the first feeling.
I trust mine.

It's as close as we would ever come, you and I.

A blessing in disguise.