Confession - Poem by Kathleen Pastrana
The possibility of a confession
hung in the air,
I could feel it in my fingertips.
We could've been brave, right then,
but fear of your reaction
held back my lips.
The secret I could never tell
haunted me in my slumber,
followed me as I fell
captive to the spell of that October
I could have told you in the car,
oblivious to the moment passing
but I haven't got a quark
of confidence to start talking.
So in this poem I shall confess,
the string of words I've kept the longest
and the secret I've been dying to tell,
is I'm in love with you, Hernel.
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