Deer-in-the-Headlights, a short poem

surprised fawn with eyes and ears fully directed toward the viewer: a deer in the headlights

I just did a relationship faux pas, but… I don’t know what I said or did.

It doesn’t look like it’s okay to ask, so I… can’t really think straight right now, let alone recall what just happened and make sense of it.

This is a bit jarring, actually, because I actually thought everything was okay, so I’m alarmed to find we’re not okay… or I’m not okay…

and apparently, I’m on my own here. Alone in my alarm…

Are you reading this with someone else in mind?


(You know how he
responds to advice.)