a hesitance

surrounded there by majesty
we deep in silence sat,
as though to frame our thoughts, withal
the place that we were at —

she asked me if i knew her mind,
i waited ere i spoke —
and that one bit of hesitance
was it.

the moment

 
broke

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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