Goreman
I should have told her.
I should have said something before now.
Before today –
Before there was no more time.
She’s glanced at me, saw me –
understood laying her hand on mine.
Now it’s nothing – no time to say
To show her
To see her smile
when I walk into a room,
instead of growling and glaring.
At the end of our time –
at the end of all time –
Why did I wait to tell her?
To see her Valkyrie eyes,
warriors arms of steel muscle –
Warm sweet skin.
A snarl of pain and it will all be over.
She will never know,
never see,
that I have loved her
Yes, I am an asshole.
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