I turned around and you were there.
Laughing like I'm used to, saying something
stupid like I'm used to, your Adam's apple
bobbing up and down slightly as you spoke.
You were there.
Like the answer to a question I hadn't asked yet;
like it was perfectly natural for you
to commandeer my thoughts like this. Like this was
a common, everyday occurrence of one planet (woman)
meeting one planet (man) and we--and we continue--
and we continue--and we continue to
swing around in our separate orbits as if it's normal.
Well, it's not normal for me.
I am not this planet; I don't move in this way and yet
I turned around and you were
there--there making me remember that you probably
love her, there making me remember that I
probably love a her, there making me
remember that I am not good enough for anyone,
just there just there right oh there oh right
there.
(Stop.)
I want to stop, on this train right now I want
to stop and I want to get off.
(I'm scared.)
But how can I; how can I turn my back and
let you go now that I've turned around and I
turned around and I turned around and when I
turned around you were turned around and
there you were.

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