Took me a week to realize 

That you were different 

A sad different to me 

Was it the new place?

The new place where you finally felt at liberty 

Or 

The new place where I wasn't with you

Was it those new faces?

Those new faces that made you curious

Or 

Those new faces that distracted you from me 

I tried not to freak out

I calmed and confronted myself almost every day 

If I think more, 

I might overthink and ruin us a little bit 

Maybe I missed you too much 

Or 

Maybe I wasn't ready for all this 

Maybe the distance wasn't right for us 

Or 

Maybe you realized that you didn't want me to be part of it 

Maybe you did what felt right 

Or 

Maybe my cravings for an hour of your attention wasn't worth dealing with

Maybe you found yourself

Or 

Maybe your heart found someone else

Maybe a tit for tat 

Maybe (as they all say) it wasn't meant to be

Maybe I will never know the real truth 

Or 

Maybe you don't want me to stop loving you

 

( I usually don't write descriptions about my poem but I feel like I should explain this one. I have written this out of a dissatisfaction that I have felt. An unsatisfactory answer/reason. I haven't let it affect me but I feel like I will keep on questioning myself and at times others for an answer. Sometimes I feel like I should accept the reason but I haven't felt the truth in it. I guess I never will. If I had felt the realness in the reason, the maybes wouldn't have ever existed.)