A quickly beating heart
A shaking hand, poised to knock
Upon your door
I see no more
As I close my eyes
My heart it flies
Against my chest
My very breath
Comes quick and shallow
Your voice is hallowed
I hear it muffled
Through the door
I open it up,
My breathing stops
For a second
Words
Don't
Come.
I awkwardly form a sentance
Asking for what I seek
My voice it comes out weak.
You answer.
I speak again.
You speak in turn.
We clear the air...
...
Maybe.