That Afternoon

Sometimes I wonder,
what if I hadn't been there,
I wouldn't have seen you,
to talk, I wouldn't have dared.

I'd be unknown of the fact,
that we lived down the same street,
then there would be a different way,
of how you and  I meet.

It's not that, I do want to meet,
I'm honestly dying to see  you,
but she's in your bed right now,
and maybe, that breaks my heart into two.

I think the timing wasn't right,
I think it was too soon,
maybe it would have worked out,
if only i had held myself back, that afternoon.