Room for All the Hate

I dreamt of you last night After not giving a thought for years I don’t remember much of my dream But I remember this time, no tears Today while I was out and about Doing the things I do on the norm I thought I saw your face in a crowd Before I realized it, I was just numb I doodled your name on a notebook Just sitting bored, avoiding work It made me smile juvenilely To add my name under the plus Seemed the radio was in on it too Playing all our songs of good times So even while on my drive home It was you that was on my mind Then my day ended, the fixation as well How could I let you cloud my head A whole day thinking of what once was Now I think of the bad, I wish you dead I promised myself when it finally clicked Even if fixable, it wouldn’t be the same Memories once lost, I had thought forgotten Now I remember, you were to blame So now I’ve done it, stirred the pot As I sit and write I realized this: My heart isn’t full by any means I still manage room for all the hate