I've said too much again, my guest,
like when I promised an ending
to that pending love request.
Promptly taking the stairs,
avoiding stares by gazing down
at my own feet.

In the bathroom I collect myself,
I get myself together. I am ready,
I am ready, this time I will get her.

I flush away the thoughts I'd rather
not have said out loud, I'd flush it all
to blend in with the crowd.

Yet when I go deeper, I would not,
reminding myself my integrity may
be the only treasure I have got.