Maybe This Time Around

It’s 11 pm, and maybe this time around, I need not wait for your text asking me what I’m up to. It’s a Saturday tomorrow, and maybe this time around, I’m not going to ask you what your plans are. I see the Thursday label on my planner, and maybe this time around, I won’t be wearing a smile on my face. I pass by your office, and maybe this time around, I won’t look through the window. It’s the first bell, and maybe this time around, I won’t wait for you to walk by. They mention your name, and maybe this time around, they won’t think of mine. My friends buy Simple Line, and maybe this time around, I forgot the taste Tapioca. History comes up, and maybe this time around, you don’t cross my mind. I get a circular, and maybe this time around, there is a missing signature. I draw a Snoopy, and maybe this time around, there is no one to give it to. It’s raining hard, and maybe this time around, you tell someone else to take care. There are late night realizations, and maybe this time around, there is no you I can share them with. It’s a sunny afternoon in October where the volleyballs are bouncing around, and maybe this time around, I need not wait for that cap and whistle and voice and hair. I have a computer class, and maybe this time around, I don’t need to buy anyone lunch.

I fall in love, and maybe this time around, it’s not with you.

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