A Question Best Unasked
Should she ask, I'll own up. I willTell her I missed her. I won't say
How badly, and I won't ask her.
If I did, she'd be forced to decide
How to answer: say that she
Didn't, which, doubtless, is true,
Or insist that she did, so I will
Not be hurt. Neither would
Please me. I'd rather continue
Pretending that, secretly, she
Also missed me, but that she's
Too shy to own up.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2011-12-29 at 22:17
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