It was an innocent enough question
and you’d been waiting for it,
rehearsing the answer. And when it came
you paused, and in that moment
I knew everything. Your look
told me everything you hoped to hide.
How she took it on the chin
while you floundered, considered,
resolved to reset the clock from this
infinite moment with each borrowed breath
a returning wave.
John H Davies
23rd August 2010
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