“Out of line”

What I was asking was perhaps out of line.

Something I shouldn’t have asked.

But at the time I thought I could.

I thought he would accept it.

I didn’t think he would start asking questions.

I was wrong.

He did ask me questions.

Questions I didn’t know the answer to.

Or maybe I knew the answers but chose to forget.

But I asked him.

I asked him something I wanted to ask.

Was it out of line?

Yes.

Should I have asked him?

Probably.

But I thought I knew where I had him.

And I never thought he would come asking questions.

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