Confusion, Confession

An embarassing muddle.
A surprising confess.
He is so humble.
I am a mess.

A misunderstanding chuckle.
The sad eyes, he suppresses.
My words stumble
“I feel the same, I guess”.

A fraction of second.
Bodies press, fingers lace.
He whispers same question.
I repeat yes.

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