Deer-in-the-Headlights, a short poem
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…
