An anxious man

He gets up to talk
but he never says
first gawks
then stays.
Words linger
lips quiver
hardly
anything
escapes.
Later,
he writhes
in his bed
thinks of her
lies awake.
Would he
stray or
would he
obey?
All hinges
on these mute
cringes
the reverberating
waterfalls
of an
anxious man.

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