Afterthoughts

You told me once that you ‘know me better than I think.’
And part of me wanted to ask ‘what’s that supposed to mean?’
But the other side of me won.
Because if there was anybody at all,
then you were the one,
who could tell me all about my wants and needs
that you couldn’t meet.
And although I wanted to understand desperately,
I couldn’t listen to even the chance that we couldn’t be…