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  • Writer: Yaira Ebanks
    Yaira Ebanks
  • Feb 25
  • 1 min read

My response was fickle,

like biting into a sour pickle.


The words sped from your heart to your head,

flew out of your mouth-

faster than a cat chasing a mouse.


Three little words leading the race, 

you never thought to slow your pace-

“I love you!”

 

Relieved you shouted it again,

“I love you!” 

Thinking maybe, just maybe, 

you’d hear from me an amen.


I had no choice but to turn and run,

I warned you, love for me

one and done! 


Perhaps if you waited a minute, a year or two,

I might eventually shout back- I love you!

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