ApprehensionAll we have is the present moment, Yet I question if we truly own it, Why do I choose this pause of action? It must be beyond my comprehension, Will it delay certain satisfaction? Holding back with my apprehension, Will you understand my silence? Will you know that I care? I am only fumbling through these events, Without you I am not there, With you I am still here, To think what is now was once then, To be whispered in your ear, To be written down with a pen. |
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