We talked.
On the back porch.
You
and
me.
You wanted to know whether you should continue or move on, in a different direction
I was asked my thoughts.
My opinions.
I flushed and told you that I was clueless
We talked about the future and what I wanted to do.
I was clueless
You wanted me to continue in your footsteps.
I said I was clueless about such things and that perhaps poetry was something I did understand,
And you said maybe,
I choked back a retort and said maybe
