My words were never the problem.
The drunken slur of attempted sex started her self questions,
Feed on the doubt that this is going in the wrong direction.
Feelings now frozen
Opportunities to warm them well..
Other priorities where chosen.
So in confusion
Finding words has now become a problem.
Another memory..?
Wayne Thomas © 2011
— ‘Another Memory’, Wayne Thomas
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