Silent
Here I sit again, silent,
not saying anything,
pondering instead,
what it was I should have said;
Too, too late now,
the moment's gone,
the chance for some clever comeback,
some clever witticism
lost from this present now,
Which too quickly became then
and suddenly is past.
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