You tell me
your family asked for me
as you cook us dinner.
You drop the line so casually.
You continue in your motion of stirring pasta.
I freeze in the moment as time moves on.
My face flushes but you don't see.
You told your family about me?
You told your family about me.
I'm thrown back into the realization
that the last guy I dated had a girlfriend
he was showing her off to his family
and I never knew about her.
Me being in your family's life
could easily mean nothing to you.