She sits, he waits, afraid to call,
What to say, if anything at all...
Never met face to face,
But when they do, will it fall in place? ...
Afraid are they to share inner thoughts,
Who is going to open up first, and spill their faults? ...
If no one speaks all is for naught,
That is why people are so far apart, just my thought...
R. Gormley
(circa 2010)
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