Strangely comforting, perhaps a little too much

You were the last thought on my mind before I slept and the first after I awoke. Intimate stranger, made me kinda sad. I've been a little conflicted, been gauging my actions, analyzing what went wrong and what went right. When I woke up this morning, the coffee wasn't on and it slowly dawned on me that my baby's gone. There was an overture and a retraction, moments of mild awkwardness but mostly comfort. Guess I shouldn't be so shocked, guess I shouldn't be so surprised, guess I sorta noticed sadness in your eyes. But perhaps it was too comforting too fast and that could be the downfall of this. The two of us together couldn't make this house a home. I'm confused now and I'm not really sure what I want but this confusion could be attributed to either uncertainty because I don't want to pursue this or uncertainty because I've never pursued anything of the sort before. Maybe I'm a little bit relieved, maybe I'm a little bit glad. My conversations with our mutual friend have led me to suspect that perhaps on your end, it's a clear no. Neighbours can talk themselves into a storm, I'll survive.

But what didn't happen could. I leave the future open-ended. I retain feelings for you and something may come to pass... or perhaps we've reached a dead end.

Ain't it funny, one of life's big jokes
Thought you'd gone for good but you'd only gone for smokes.