Random Acts of Poetry

Confession

The question escaped my lips,
but the words, shy and unsure,
stopped and begged to turn back.
I wanted to scoop them up
and swallow them down,
such rash emotions unbidden
rushing forward, demanding to be heard
trying to land on your heart.
Instead, they fell
into the chasm between the seconds
and were drowned in your indifference
as you deftly stepped out of the way.


Written for "PromptMaster !" 

Prize Prompt:
The thing that lives between the seconds.