I Wouldn’t Know

If you called and I had to answer,
I wouldn’t know.

If you asked if it was okay,
I wouldn’t know.

If you say that you forgave me,
I wouldn’t know.

If you asked for forgiveness,
I wouldn’t know.

If you asked could I say something,
I wouldn’t know.

If you asked if I wanted to be friends again,
I wouldn’t know.

If you gave me the chance to forget,
I wouldn’t know.

If you asked if I wanted to be left alone,
I wouldn’t know.

If you asked did I miss you,
I wouldn’t know.

If you asked was this goodbye,
I wouldn’t know.

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About Paul Carroll

Paul Carroll is a writer, born, raised and still living in Dublin. By day he's a student and bookseller, by night he writes fiction and uses social media.
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