Years have been counted down
Months of guilty shyness with wasted opportunities
Weeks spent chasing mornings of hope
Days daydreamed waiting for reassurance
Minutes passed of disbelief
Seconds of happiness
Was it worth the answer and time? was I stupid to say yes?
The anxiety of what to say and when, how I should approach him
Endless discoveries of feared closings in summer
I can be alone and watch the flowers
Are you going to stick around?
I lent pieces of history and in return I earned hints of presence
You say, "there's nothing to talk about"
But there must be
