My questions lay scattered
Unheard
Untouched
Unseen
Never acknowledged
Never answered

When passion runs dry
Emotions burn out
Nothing remains the same

And I ask
What if it were different?
The crescendo building up
Slowly
Sweetly
Tenderly
To a peaceful plateau …

Not all undulations
Need be adulated
Sometimes it’s nice to know
That the ground is soft and fresh
And will be there under your tired feet..

And I ask
What if it were different?
What if you knew
That each question was a caress
Waiting to be kissed back
In your answers

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Pic~ from internet