I have these thoughts occasionally
as I lie in bed,
going over every syllable that you
said because sometimes I read
signals that aren't even there.
After remembrance, is
interrogation and I am no stranger
to what this entails.
Question after question which can be
summed up into one,
"Why do I love him to the point where I lose my tongue?"
k.g.
Name of the person changed for personal privacy.