He was there and I was there,too.
It was a good movie reel and we were laughing our days away, tears slipping and hands over our stomach.
We were there, together,
and it was good.
Then she came and I saw a third character.
I watched in muted silence when she talked,
and you responded with the best smile possible.
Suddenly the movie stopped,
the clip failed and the scenes broken, shattered – gone.
I was here but not you,
I laughed alone – at myself – while you laughed with someone else,
I waited and you never came.
Do you think I could have taken the chances of telling you how I feel?