Always A Question

 

It was always

A question why,

When she touched base

Took time to say hi,

The world would stop

For those moments

Her words held him

Tightly in their sights,

Perhaps the old phenomenon

Too impossible to believe,

Maybe the conception

Teased her mind,

The reason for her

Evasiveness for days

After his response.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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