That day, in the tearoom

My head throbbed and my soul ached

And I was tired, so I needed water

To pop a pill and not fight it out.

I asked for it and turned around

And I saw you there

The sharp eyes

The sharp nose

The hair, and your hand cupped your face.

Wind knocked out of my lungs

Eyes wide in shock

I must have been a sight

Coz you removed your hand from your face

And it wasn’t you!

It was someone else.

Not a spitting image with the hand not cupping the face anymore

It wasn’t you

But it was enough to tell me

That my pride was false

I hadn’t locked you out

You could still shake me

Only that it wasn’t you, it was someone else

And I don’t know what would be worse

If it were you

Or that it wasn’t you.