I might have appeared triumphant,
Arms spread wide,
In my casual stride,
With a smile just as bright and eyes sun lit.
And on the inside, I was rehearsing lines,
affirming my life,
Softening the tight knotted
muscles of my stomach
I walked the block for 15 minutes,
Arriving too early for our summit,
And when you arrived
I wrapped my arms for a hug
And pushed the thought out
That I’d already buggered it
And for two hours I fought
with a backstage thought
About the volume of my voice
Amongst the clamoring noise
And the croaked choked passage
where by breath caught
Like my pancakes, my stories were half chewed
No punchline to make, cart besting the horse
Dismissing the intrusive thought to turn the joke lewd,
My tongue jumbled my words,
and made the awkward worse.
But as I faded into mumbles to end it,
You left me with a compliment…
said I’d been the best part.
So I should have left -a full heart, instead
My mind spent the next part
Worrying…
Have I given her the wrong impression?
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