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.




~ by friendlycurmudgeon on January 14, 2012.

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