The Unaskable Question
A Poem
Sitting here
Wanting to ask an unaskable question
Oh the hesitation
What if it’s the answer I want
What if it’s the other
Will it haunt me
Just sitting here
Listening to her
Watching her
Watching how she takes care of something small
She’d make a great mother
I want to tell her
It’s practically screaming from my brain
My whole body quivering with the desire
The fire
To tell her how I feel about her
But is it reciprocated
Or would she hate it
If I let my words fly
I don’t want to let this one die
To shrivel up on the vine
I want her to know what’s on my mind
But I have to hold it in a little longer
The unaskable question
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