I wasn't expecting
more than a giggly situation/
with the chance of a flirtation/
and the certainty of fine muscles.
I wasn't prepared
for a mouthful of tears?
and shaking hands that couldn't breathe?
when two shining eyes fixed on me.
I wasn't ready
to break into my own heart--
in order to see his--
open like a weeping rain cloud.
So I choke on my mourning
and cough up my sympathy
in wheezing
gasping
words
words never say enough.
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