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a lump in the throat

sometimes I can't stand this
all the cliches have come true
no, I won't say it
your words like a river, spilling
to the grass, the sand on the beach,
into my mug of tea
bittersweet
yes, I know
I watch the lines of your face
moving as you speak
your eyes, your lips
think of a sunset, the stars
colours dying
I want to say something true
something to show you
how much you mean to me
what I see when I look at you
you twist the ring on your finger
yes, I know
you don't need to say it
it's already in your eyes
I would never hurt you, never ever
so I swallow the words
that lump in my throat
you are my friend
and I savor that thought like caramel
when I speak
I promise I will never say those words
I will smile if it kills me
and you will never know
Copyright 2005 Elizabeth Bent. All rights reserved.
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