We tried to talk
But couldn't
We were each too hurt
And scared
And surprised
And desperate to get back
What we once had

That connection
There was a connection
Wasn't there?

They say there are signs
Anything can be a sign
What is a sign?
I mean it
What REALLY is a sign?

Not the hit-me-in-the-face sign
Not the fucking-around-with-other women sign
Not the I-work-and-cook-and-clean-and-you-do-what-you-want-sitting-around-all-day-drinking-beer-and-watching-sports-and-playing-computer-games-sign

No
The slightly unsettled feel
The not quite fully addressed hurt
Once? Twice? Three times?
How many get a pass?

Will this last?
Should I stay?
Not "is this love?"
But
"Is this right?"