Three Questions

I sit on the porch this morning Air slipping through my shirt Going back through yesterday Makes my coffee taste more bitter Two figures in the same place Nothing there had really changed We didn't fight, instead we said less The same rehearsed scene I asked you the same three questions… Your answer wasn't there Do you love me? Will you stay here? Can you believe in me? You turned your back without a word And kept walking down the street I'm still where you left me Bad coffee and cigarettes My pulse can't find its rhythm Caught in what you didn't say I'm still where you left me Same scene on repeat Those three questions keep returning You answered all three by leaving Your coffee sat between us You watched our sighs go by I asked when we stopped trying You said "don't make it more than that" You checked your phone between words Then watched the floor again I asked the question twice You said nothing, again Maybe you had left already Long before you crossed the street I kept asking you to spill the truth You kept choosing not to speak Three questions, not for answers I was buying just one more minute You were ready for the ending I kept stretching every second Then… You answered all three by leaving I'm still where you left me Bad coffee and cigarettes My pulse can't find its rhythm Caught in what you didn't say I'm still where you left me Same scene on repeat Those three questions keep returning You answered all three by leaving