When you left for good you said I’d changed,
But I don’t think that’s true.
I don’t at all feel rearranged,
And neither, love, should you.
I never really said the word,
I only sounded it out.
I didn’t like it, no one heard,
So why should it even count?
It left my tongue a garbled mess,
It was too difficult to swallow.
So why should you love me any less,
If all that change was hollow?