Imaginary Arguments

Afraid to raise a subject with offspring
that could result in argument or breach
(not permanent but not a welcome thing),
I waited and rehearsed. I didn’t reach
the limit of unease until last night,
when need to calm exceeded caution’s rim.
With firm resolve I brought into the light
the subject. I conversed with her and him.

Then I was floored to see their unconcern.
They’d read and soon forgotten what I sent
two weeks ago – they’d other fish to burn.
Their daily stress is high. They hadn’t meant
offense or lack of sensitivity.
My angst was in my head. Again. That’s me.

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