She was here and talking non-stop and it was a word river
Maybe it was the shade tree
probably it was the wine
here she was relaxed
languid and careless
saying out loud the things she usually thought of,
but kept to herself
hidden from her audience, inaudible
After a few minutes I spoke:
What just happened?
a few syllables whispered, without looking in her direction
afraid that I might break the spell
She laughed, unfazed
"Well, sometimes the dam just breaks,
tomorrow I will be my Proper Self again."
Ok, is what I said
is what I was thinking.
Brevity Quest 2015