Bile in the pit of my stomach rises
That “knowing” feeling
Of unspoken words
Lurges upwards…then drops

Why does that phrase feel FATAL
What was before….real…imagined?
Much was real…the rest…my dream
Falling for the possibilities

Stepping back…not letting go
Perspective…necessary
Friendship forged & strong
Will weather the changes

Those words…I love you
Bittersweet

Pete Ibbertson 22 November 2012