Maybe.

Holy shit.
Just like a ton of bricks...
With my nose in a book, minding my own business,
And the memories flash before my eyes like the words on the page.

Could I have failed to realize?
The small gestures,
The reach for me.

All this time, I thought we both were too safe.
Maybe it was me.
Maybe the walls I built up left you feeling like you were on the outside.

Maybe your steps were hesitant,
But maybe I only spoke a good game
and never actually showed up ready to play.

I guess the lesson I learned isn't quite done being taught.