i don’t go to the coffee shop

that serves my favorite hot coco

and i don’t walk through the library doors

because i know that you will be there too

you’ll be at some back table

listening to music i always laughed at

and mouthing the words to the classic novel

that is beside your laptop

and i know i said we could be friends

and i promised myself that it would be ok

but this town is too little

for the both of us to love similar parts

and still be happy

~i am not brave enough to go to a place i know you’ll be