If I told you how I feel, what would you say? Would you turn the light on just to look the other way? If I disappeared, would the nightmare miss me too? Would our love still keep its shape without me next to you? Would you leave my name exactly where it was? Or take it down and call it moving on? Don’t answer. You might lie. You were still smiling. The sun was standing by. And I try to leave it— leave it— but my shadow gets there first, like it knows which way is worse. And I try to leave it— whatever it might mean. Being gone can look so much like being free. You asked if I still loved you. I said, “Do you?” You laughed like I was joking, so I laughed a little too. Then you changed the subject. Everything looks normal. Maybe that’s the worst part now. Don’t answer. You might lie. You were still smiling. The sun was standing by. Silence does a good impression of you. So I try to leave it— leave it— but my shadow doesn’t move. Maybe it knows something I was never meant to prove. And I try to say it— but the words come out too late. If I told you how I feel now— would you stay? You were still smiling. The sun was standing by. And I—
