Waiting
Balanced on the edge
Shivering with anticipation
Waiting to fall
Forward, with you, into the unknown
Or backward, alone.
Teetering on the precipice,
Tense and waiting,
Aching for your touch.
Wondering where that touch will send me;
Will you pull me to you,
Or push me away?
Waiting on the edge
Sitting on the line between
Yes and no; the future and the past.
Balanced on the blade of hope.
One touch can decide all.
Waiting…to fall.
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