Awkward

She dances through the silences
A ghost on the periphery
A sadness deep enough to hold

Her words tap, tap against me
Like a bird cracking open a seed
With a sharp intake of air
Courage making overbold

I read false witness
But cannot bare it
I can only shout out loud
And hope she hears

“A whisper is forbidden” I whisper.

My heart knows who it wants.

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