I trailed a walk
And sat upon a bench,
A stranger sits next to me
And whispers
'You've got to let her know'
Watching me closely
Her eyes prodding
Inquisitive and alert,
I'm taken aback
Confused
I wonder what she knows;
'You've really got to let her know!'
She says louder,
Enthusiastic
And I stand
Commence to gap
A distance between us
I'm not sure what's going on,
'You really have got to let
This girl know you love her so much!'
She just shrieks,
And now I know
She's found my letters,
Like they've come to haunt me
Through this spectator,
How did she make out
The blurry ink
On crumpled paper?
Oh how I died each time
I wrote one,
Through the scotch and the tears
They came to be
Physical regrets of the words
I never said to her...
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