I’d said yes,
when he’d asked if I was ready.
Ready for what exactly?
He’d said he was ready
was I ready?
What had my yes plunged me into?
I couldn’t get out.
It was too late,
If I left now I would look like a tease. I thought.
but I wasn’t comfortable,
I had the right to leave.
Could I just up and go without an explanation?
I’d just said yes,
Three letters and now I couldn’t unsay them.
It became an ‘I’ll just wait it out’ situation.
Next time I’ll think things through.
A yes can mean so much.