Runaway Words

There are many things I hate, And this being one, I hate when the words, Slip off the tip of my tongue. Why did they leave? At exactly the wrong time, And where are they going? Those words were mine. I find it very rude, Leaving me like that, No formal goodbye, In the middle of my chat. Now I am left, In this sticky situation, Thoughts become foreign, I need a translation. In a panic I am, Thinking of something new, Maybe I’ll bring this up! Crap that’s gone too…