half conversations

it's gotten
to the point
to where i
foolishly

have told you everything

and i say anything
to get it all out

rushing in between
your breaths
and wheezes
and ums and errs

trying to weave
the last bit of story
into the fray

before i forget it

then i wait

dramatically pausing
the deluge

hoping for some
vindication
or
supplication

or what have you

and all you can do
is exhale
and say

well.... there it is

and sometimes
that's all
that can be said

it never feels
like enough

but it
becomes
enough

in hindsight

wise is the one
who lets it all fall
around him

and doesn't flinch
until it's done

(begun)