Anything but us is who we are

I see my old lover,
He’s walking towards me.
‘Are you okay?’ He asks
I did want him to stay, I guess

‘Fine’ I reply like I always do
‘You?’ And he mumbles the usual
‘Hmmhmm’ some were between fine and depressed
I want to say ‘ I just had a funeral,
I can’t handle myself and feel way to stressed’

But before I’ve even opened my mouth
I’ve forgotten all about everything I ever wanted to shout out
Now he also already walked away to far
And I realise; anything but us, is who we are