I sit in your silence, scared.
Waiting patiently for recognition.

For a word.
For a breath.
For a touch.

But I am raw.

Because I watch your hands instead
of writing
and listen for your breath instead
of breathing.

It's strange,
how close to you I feel
and the need i have
to help you,
to make you smile.

And yet I'm still sitting here,
waiting,
for you to let me in.

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