I sit here at my keyboard
Making sense of the words flashing on my screen
Reflecting a time before I’d seen that very phrase
And how merely forming it in my mind it shook my existence
Now he calls me Jaan, and I halt in mid thought
Knots form in my stomach, my palms become all clammy
How do I react without irony or cynicism creeping into my response?
Answers fail me as I try to distract his train of thought while evaluating my emotions
Nevertheless, unknowing unsuspecting blameless, he has reopened healing wounds
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