I
Always think the best of me;
if I seem cross I am not
it is simply the medium I use
and lack of forethought
on words that could cut,
could slice and bruise.

In language and laughter
perhaps I may have conveyed
sweet chiding admonishment,
teasing and want (of you)
to be well and see me soon
as was my intent.

Yet perhaps you read me right?
And in the briefest of breathes
it was I that in your reply
took words too harsh having
second guessed my own,
bowing to fears fought long;

of being misconceived
of feeling in the wrong,
of disbelief I too am wooed
and upon my second read…
my doubt did conclude,

did I not believe the best of you?

II
stop
breathe
relax
fluidity

III
She clairfies because she cares
and you are patient and kind.