As I walk though this damp field of uncertainty
you watch from the other side not concerned, but interested
The difference is that interest, like most things, will pass
but concern indeed stems from love,
a pest that one cannot be rid of
A pest that I would wish on you in a heartbeat.
For one beat of your heart lies so far beyond my seemingly pathetic reach
yet passes under my nose like a soft summer breeze
Begging for recognition
While trying to keep from giving you time to rethink
whatever it is you see within me.
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