As We Speak Poem by ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY

As we speak, our minds race through
The hopes, the possibilities of just what might have been
Secretely, we thought that maybe after years apart
There may be that magic, that special moment
where we both wanted the same thing at the same time

Love mixed with fear, pain mixed with pleasure
Me, you, the total of us together, forever


It felt so familiar, It felt so right
But, there were times it felt frightening, risky
I'm fearful of trying, even one more time
What do we do, who goes first with the declaration?

Ask me, please ask me first
For I'm a coward, I'm afraid