I think you’ve mistaken me
for someone else.
Someone handsomer.
Someone better.
I think you’ve confused me with someone else that you know
that you like
someone that you have a deeper relationship with.
Someone that’s not me.

I don’t have deeper relationships.
I don’t think I have relationships
anymore.
I don’t think there’s much chance I’m the person you think I am
even if there’s the slightest chance
that I once was.

I’m sorry for the confusion
and I’m sorry if I’ve wasted your time
by being here
in front of you now
and not being who you expected
or what you expected
or being much of anything,
really, at all.
I’m sorry
that it’s not me
you’re looking for.

I’m pretty sure I’m not
who you wanted to see tonight
after all.