unnecessary

I get my words ready.
I want to tell him
I won’t push him anymore.
That whatever’s going on,
it’s his business,
and whether he wants to tell me or not,
it doesn’t matter, we can still
be friends.

Being a friend means
knowing when to push
and knowing when to pull back.

I’d forgotten that.

I get my words ready,
mixing them up and around,
wanting to say just
the right thing.

But while I’m
preparing,
sorting,
organizing,
stressing,
he speaks.

“I’ll tell you, Amber.
I will tell you.
Just not now.”

He reaches over for
my hand. Holds it there,
on my leg. My heart
skips a beat, and I give
his hand a little squeeze
as I put all of my
carefully selected words
away.