I’ll be right back.
A sturdy promise
That covers all the bases.
Romantic expectation.
Murderous anticipation.
Damning self-medication
And other haughty phrases.

I’ll be right back.

A lie we tell to others.
A truth we sell ourselves.
It’s a fundamental feeling.
It’s a complicated fleeing.
It’s a confidential reeling.
We pluck from mental shelves.

I’ll be right back.

But will I be?
Oh look, I’ve overthought.
How about we don’t.
Please say you won’t.
It’s unbeknownst
What point it is I’ve sought.

I’ll be right back.

But not…return the same?
Congrats, so esoteric!
Why try so hard
To spin this yarn
That ends in yawns.
It borders on barbaric.

I’ll be right back.

Let’s tap the brakes.
I think perhaps I’ve erred.
My perceptions are erratic.
My conclusions melodramatic.
Maybe doubt is automatic.
I’m not sure I’m even scared.

I’ll be right back.

The results are in.
Just my imagination.
I’ve poorly analyzed.
I sincerely apologize.
For filling up your busy eyes
With this plodding imitation.

I’ll be right back.

And there it is.
The concept now alight.
I’d missed the point.
I’m back in joint.
I’ll now appoint
Myself to be back right.