"I love you" got stuck in the back of my throat.

I wanted to spit it out, but I tried to swallow,

Knowing that, once it escaped, it had no mark.

Everyone else saw you as they always do,

Eyes, arms and heart wide open,

But I saw your hands over your ears,

Your eyes shut tight to me,

And your heart was nowhere in sight.

So I swallowed,

Tasted the bitterness of emotional reflux,

And washed it down with a big glass of Scotch.



©1997 Gail Von Schlichting

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