All 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.