Sorry

From a distance you were at the gates
And I could never fathom coming near you.
That's why when you invited us for dinner
My first answer was no,
because I could only feel the burning hatred for you
upon the realization that
you like her more than me.
Might as well let it be.

But I was hungry and we wanted to eat dinner.
So I went anyway as the thoughts played on my mind.

How do we talk, if we should talk?

After a few rings, you opened the gate for us.
Your towering presence and boyish smile welcomed us.
I could only look down, not knowing what to do

And as we kidded around over hesitant jokes at dinner
As you handed me bread because I didn't eat rice,
You narrated the story.
And I tried not to make my hand shake,
or my eye contact fleet to and fro
lest they attempt to tear up.

You say you can't sleep that time,
and you had stomach problems
I don't know if I should laugh or pity you.
But that was enough for me to know
that I wasn't the only one bothered.

Finally, you said apologized and held your breath as I already was.

"Apology accepted." the words escaped my lips.

And you let out a loud sigh, as if every ounce of made-up strength
left you at last.
And as you look at me before you leave, raise your hands from the electric guitar,
I thanked you.

And until now I do.
So, we matter, after all.