Oh, Canada!

If you could only hear it through my ears, it would make the world seem right. Like you hear with me last night. I guess I convinced myself for a while that nothing had changed. That you were here and cleaning and I wanted to help, and did to the extent that was permissible. I don’t know, G. It was only awkward that you had to leave and that I could not hold you in that bed for the night. No naughtiness, just a tight slumber embrace. Just to feel you close to me. Just close to me. There’s one thing I want to say, so I’ll be brave, you gave you what you wanted, I gave what I gave, I’m not sorry I met you, I AM sorry it’s over, I’m not sorry there’s nothing to say…. so there’s nothing to say.