What Have i Done

Last Night played a trick on on me.

Under my eye lid,
the black world
turned itself into a play
called Memory.

the photo
the glasses
your face
YOU

Eyes opened,
I grabbed Viola
the words in my head
were now OUT.

Fingers moved,
There
'New'
right.

Finger pressed
what?
SENT.
Yes. sent.

Viola moved.
'New Calling'
My heart was beating
fast..Fast.

Words LOST.
Red..Red.
Typing
"It's nothing..."
Type. Type. Type.

'New Calling'
Green..maybe?
a Mistake, it was.
Red. Now!

I didn't want to talk.
I can't. I CAN'T
No words for him
No. Not one.

Texted. Done.
Sent. Okay.
No. Not Okay.
What have i done?