It's You

April 30, 2008
By Laurena Patarkatsi, New City, NY

You ask,
“Who is it?”
Who is it that I love
My lips tremble
To give you an answer
Moist sweat emerges
On the palms of my hands
I want to tell you
But when I open my mouth
Nothing comes out
What do I do?
How do I finally tell you?
It’s you
It’s you who
I think about every night before I go to sleep
Will it ruin our friendship?
Questions run through my head
Not knowing what to do
Or what to say
I can’t hide the truth from you, forever
“It’s you”
I say, softly

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