Is it all you can give me,
just that tease,
endearing as it may be,
still not tangible enough
to let me step up
off my knees.
So far will I go
to have your voice again
next to my own,
listen to your words,
study your eyes.
If it were up to me,
I would be buying you that coffee
and our conversation
may have just begun
after years,
really, long years waiting,
wondering if such a dialogue
would ever occur again.
We can be hopeful,
that’s a thing about the human condition,
because we’re fallible, we are valuable
for those quiet moments
happen chance flights of ego.
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