Mrs. We-Shouldn't-Be-Doing-This
morphs into
Mrs. I-Can't-Wait-To-See-You,
and I say in my head,
"don't say you will,
if you won't,"
but you do, and I get
the best of you;
"don't say you will,
if you won't,"
and we get our fill;
Mrs. How-Did-This-Happen
morphs into
Mrs. Do-We Have-To-Wait-That-Long,
and I hear a replay
of that song:
"don't say you will,
if you won't,"
but you do, and
we go on;
"don't say you will,
if you won't,"
and it echoes,
all down the line,
in my head, still.
August 5, 2011.
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