One
Single
Sentence,
Said off hand,
Yet,
It
Took
Hold,
Caressing,
No,
Smothering.
“Maybe,
You just weren’t
Paying
Much
Attention,
In the first place.”
“He
Obviously
Likes you.”
One
Single
Phrase,
Tearing away,
At
My
Heart.
“No, don’t be sorry.”
But obviously,
I
Should
Be.
The small scuffle,
Of
Our
Love.
“I love you.”
“I
Love
You
Too.”