Wait and See

Nobody noticed the touch or your hand...

Wait and See

Stay

Smile back at me again

When the corner of your mouth turns up

It's something quite different than before

And I want to know more

Looking down at your

Tiny hands because I

Don't know what to say

The sound of silence is

Something sweet when we're

Looking down the same way

Is it you? Is it me?

Wait and see, wait and see, wait and see

I

Know you came to me

And I'll stop gaslighting myself

If you will ever go back to where you were

I'll bring tequila next time

Then I'll look down at your

Tiny hands because I

Still don't know what to say

The sound of silence will

Only break if you

Can be braver than me

But that's not you, and that's not me

Wait and see, wait and see, we wait and see

It was you, now it's me

But wait and see, wait and see, just wait and see

Wait and see

performance poetry
Violet P. Davies
Violet P. Davies
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Violet P. Davies

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