The Aftermath of Leading Me on on the Twentieth of September

Contains the f word.

I miss the secret.

I miss you shadowed.

I miss the life,

but I don't miss the tears.

I don't miss what is now

forgotten.

Didn't you invite me in?

Or did you forget

the twentieth of September?

I'm telling you now.

Oh, yes, I remember.

I remember you dancing.

I remember a fear of skating.

I remember you standing with me.

"Where's you ride?" and waiting.

"Has it happened," Mom asked. "Are you dating?"

No, Mom, it'll never happen.

He doesn't like me.

"You're a f*****g great person,

but I don't want to ruin

what we already have.

Understand?"

I never did and I never will.