I tried-

My best to keep from swaying

But I lied-

When I said I wasn't shaking

So many things-

Wanted to be said

But they are better off-

Staying in my head.


I don't-

Want you hurt anymore,

But if I said that-

You'd only find it more obscure,

I mean even if-

You knew the whole picture,

Even then-

I would never take the floor.


Sweeping you off your feet was indeed-

A dream,

But you know I lack-

The self-esteem.

Just like this poem-

Its meaning will take time to gleam.


Tomorrow I'll be gone without you

With a fond memory of you two.

Ran, don't hate me for knowing,

For bowing-

When instead-

I should have told you.