Vague

Last night when the first
snow fell I was hovering
on the doorstep of 

yours anxiously and 
wringing my hands without a 
dare to knock, even 

my voice was laced by 
unspoken poetry and 
only stuttering

came out of my mouth. 
I wanted to act; to love 
out loud and fill the 

space in between, but 
under the shadow of a 
doubt this void was made to grow.

anxietybluehow i feelchoka

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