As I Said

I felt shy for the first time in a long time when I saw you,
just couldn’t get past all the things floating above our heads,
and couldn’t work out where I fit or how I felt or why all
the songs that I’ve been listening to about you now seem void.
Is there a chance that after all that’s happened, you’ve grown up?
Is there a chance that I have too? If so, what does that change?
Do we become suddenly perfect, or no longer fit?
Are these just more questions, unanswerable, to avoid?
I felt shy, as I said, when I saw you, when we talked,
not because, as I have said before, I don’t know how you feel,
but because, with irony immeasurable and predicted,
now that circumstance has caught up…