Waiting and Knowing

 

A name

A face

Some words spoken.

 

A day

A week

Some months before it happens again.

 

A smile

A nod

Just small talk between us.

 

I saw you again.

 

I watched

I stammered

A sentence or two.

 

The days

The nights

I so carefully plan

 

The words

The questions

When I see you once more.

 

They don't come.

They freeze in mid air

Written in my breath

For the wind to read.

 

A blush passes

Through my eyes.

A thump pounds in my ears.

 

Convention keeps me

From speaking.

Fear holds me at bay.

 

But I've waited

And I know that

What you see is wrong.

 

But I wonder

As I watch to see

If I am right.

 

 

B. Benjamin                                                                                         

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