By Marcus Jonathan Chapman
Maybe I wasn’t there. Maybe I was but I’m a different person. Maybe I was there learning, adapting, and changing. Maybe not at your pace or your style but maybe I was there. Maybe the next one will be.
Maybe you didn’t know what you had. Maybe you built an excuse. God knows I’ve built my own: teetering Derrick’s pumping crude bullshit into my brain.
Maybe I didn’t say hi. Maybe I needed more time. God knows you do.
Maybe life is understood teetering on the middle of a maybe.