I start to regret what I said.
I wasn’t watching words,
which felt best: there’s nothing unsaid,
Obviously there are things I don’t say;
you skirt a lot more than I do.
You’re braver. You can be.
The under layer of being
best friends, ha, friends,
I’ve said all I hoped of the past.
There is no therapy left.
The problem expressing each wrong, each ash, upset is,
sentence quick, jokes
are laced bile.
So when I said, “What do you know
it was a mis-delivered line, an unintended strike;
Really, I meant, “Do you want kids yet?”