The Long Pause

The long pause
Words you can’t take back
That feeling where the air in your lungs
is ripped away and suspended, hung

The next few seconds are ones of
frightening uncertainty and you
start to wish you hadn’t said anything at all
Perhaps no attention was paid, maybe
my declaration fell upon deaf ears

This was not the case
Their eyes stared blankly into mine
with a sensation of hesitation and didn’t
have a clue what to do 

I leaned forward and slowly drew the oxygen
back into my lungs and awoke

“Tomorrow,” I said. 

The next day. 


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