The Future You Never Promised

You said their name; the room became too small

For everything I'd hoped and never said;

I smiled and made a joke about it all

While losing something only in my head.

I turned your kindness into private signs,

An answer in the way you passed the tea;

But those were only stories between lines

You never wrote, and never meant for me.

I wasn't left; you never said you'd stay,

Or asked me to imagine we were two;

I built a house from things you didn't say,

Then blamed the empty rooms on losing you.

I hope they treat you gently, as they should,

And meet you when the difficult days start;

It hurts to wish you nothing but the good,

And mean it with this uninvited heart.