sorry to disturb you
but I believe I am in love
I hate to take you away from your complicated life
and your shiny new home
and your yard and your ring
and that boy that you call a husband
and that job you claim to hate
I’m sorry but
I am in love
can you see it in my face?
Can you read it in my eyes?
Are you paying any attention at all?
Then maybe you aren’t
the friend
that I thought you were
who needs you
anyways
