You, Me & Maybe

You always change the subject when I get too close.
I usually let you.
I suppose we both know why.
You know when I'm pretending.
I know when you're unsure.
We have our little ways, and somehow that's enough.
You, me, and maybe.
Walking home without a plan.
You tell me half a story, I pretend I understand.
You, me, and maybe.
It's better left undefined.
Some things lose their charm the moment you decide.
Maybe you'll call on Sunday.
Maybe nothing happens at all.
Honestly, I could live with either.