restraint is like a deep breath
with a twinge of regret
and like counting your chickens
but then they all DIE before they hatch.
it sucks, kinda. even when you wouldn't redo it any other way.
even when you would redo it a little differently.
i think i wish i'd lifted your hand
and kissed the fingers
(gently: it's my favorite word these days)
it would have sent a message to you,
you would have heard (i hope):
"this is just to say
i love you
you already know that
and i probably feel
i should remind you
forgive me
you are beautiful
so sweet
and so bold"
HA. I lose.
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