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Spilt Milk
To Kyle
And just like that, he had my heart;
To mold,
To cherish,
To break,
All at his disposal.
It crept up on me like sleep,
s l o w l y
then suddenly, all at once.
“I love you.”
The words poured out of me like spilt milk.
Silence . . .
Then stammering to clean up the mess I had made.
“I’m sorry.”
And my hand covered my mouth as if to take back what I had just said.
But, I really wasn’t sorry at all.
Not even a little bit.
I meant every word.
“I love you.”
(2013)
I've replayed this scenario over and over in my head many times.
I still haven't told him and I have been thinking of using this poem to tell him.
What do you think?
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