This starry walk
under millions of eyes
I prepared myself
for what you will say.
Or I will prepare, once
I decide.
There is only one way
this will go, and
if only I knew what it was,
I could plan.
Arrange better for it
- not to change anything,
no. Just because
I would rather react with aplomb
than surprise.
When you catch me there.
It's wretched enough
under all these eyes
between empty fields
waving chest-high grass
towards the river bridge,
where I know you'll wait
'til it comes to pass.
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