Could we maybe pretend I said it right the first time?

That I took the road best traveled

and shouted love, love love -

That I marched to the tune of your drumbeat heart,

stayed cliched at your doorstep with roses and tux

at the ready.

Could we act like even though I didn't know

the steps

that I danced anyways?

That I didn't go slow when you were fast,

didn't crush toes

as you waltzed past?

Indulge me my fantasy of indulging yours

of not watching breathless from the sidelines

There's more of me that meets the eye, I, aye,

but maybe it was you that I denied.