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.