The question posed
It’s like a hostile
Shot across the bow
– slo-mo torment
The moment lingers
Silence slips into
What feels like an eternity
One click left
and all I can think about
Is what color your eyes are
Noticing they change
When you speak
Answers don’t seem relevant
When time stops
and the heart forgets
What truth is
Or how many beats
Per minute it takes
To keep the blood flow
Or to tell a lie…

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