MY MUSE PT II

Y’all want to write about guilt?

I’ll tell you a thing or two about guilt

I didn’t touch him, I swear I didn’t

Not even a hug or anything

And it was no deep conversation

That turned my life around or nothing

It happened when we were eating

Just a casual catch up dinner,

‘Cause it’s been some years

Since we’d seen each other

I can’t remember what we were saying

In the dim light with the loud tunes

I was just busy figuring out

Exactly what he was thinking

While he fiddled with his wedding ring

But I swear I felt a shiver

When his fingers brushed past my hair

And I did notice something

Warm and tingly rush to my lips

As I watched his moving

But I didn’t do anything about it

The way I would have when I was younger

Instead I just drifted through the mindless chatter

Trying not to think about it

So technically

It’s not a piece about guilt, is it?

But I’d be lying If I didn’t admit to something

About the way it’s been

Over the last few days

The world looks different

Sky’s a brighter shade of blue

I waltz my way to the office

I hear his voice all the time

I can’t stop thinking about it

I can’t stop thinking about it

I can’t stop thinking about