As the pen writes on the paper
Before the keyboard is tapped
That I might engage
In more than myself
To be with you for a few moments
Walking down the garden
I don’t want to say any more
Not just now
It is not the fear of flight
For I have often flown
It is not the fear of immersion
For I was often immersed
It is not the fear of crying
For I feel crying to be a brave gesture
But just for that moment
I had to stop
I was welling up, and felt quite hopeless
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