Fright
I haven't quite reconciled myself with the way of loveBut I have come to recognize that it is also an equal adventure
Of its own unique creation.
Last night, I almost let it slip
It lazily rose up my throat and onto my tongue
Unexpected trickery
I froze and quickly forced out a goodbye
And those words were hushed and sent far far away
I was startled by where they even came from
It wasn't as though I had been mulling over them for weeks
Letting them sit and ferment
Until any such time when by their eagerness they bubble out
It was like a gasp which escapes your body without plan or force
But unlike this, it was the gasp which gave me the fright
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