May I come over
A question
That never truly is
A question
Because I know
What you'll say
It's either one of the two
And I fear them both
One holds hope and contact and warmth
and awkwardness, and rush, and silence
The other holds rejection and stress and anger
and peace and purity and freedom
so I ask
and I wait
and those damned three dots
never show up
and when they do
I breathe
and I die














