Hindsight
Damn it! I'm so clever!
But several hours later
Removed from all the passion
As I tumble conversations in my head
I stammered out the letters
Poorly executed, argued
Deferred to your pregnant pauses
Even with your faulty logic
I walked in so self assured
But your tactics were so flawless
So controlling, well constructed
Stream of consciousness a skill
As you set your trap to kill me
Even though my heart convinced me
I was right
I walked away defeated
Wondering why I conceded
Was my conviction poorly scripted?
Had my failing senses drifted?
Was I really right, instead?
And so reflecting I considered
That your gift was misdirection
And my clumsy efforts served
No better end
Until I polished out the words I never said
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