Slipping
Careful, dear, you're slipping.
I hear myself thinking things.
Things I don't like,
But my mind wonders.
What happened to us?
I know the moment it all began.
But I can't take it back
I wouldn't - even if I could.
I was where I belonged.
I knew.
Because my heart did.
But you didn't need to make it hurt.
Sometimes I wish it was years ago.
Then I could be the one to say no.
Careful, dear, you're slipping.
Slipping.
(September 8, 2009)
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