Hesitation

the mystery of you has dug daggered teeth into my mind

the inquiry that makes up my thoughts in an attempt to obtain yours

has planted weeds of neurosis 

but in the midst of contemplation and painted pedestals

I am clueless to the scent of you 

my palm reminiscences over an enveloped handshake 

the only gateway to the thread of your skin

the fog of time and distance engulfs your shreds of lip

can’t recall the exact mold of your nostrils

but the gaze you held is memorialized in every crevice of my mind

your eyes were loud

like they could tell me about the world 

and more

like there was more to vocalize than the stream from your lips

dreads past your shoulders the brown of branches, vertically long

you stand

the bark of your brown skin

in a past 

Courage and I can no longer taste

Hesitancy trapped me

as Fear’s best friend

she told folklore that kept every limb frozen in your presence

will the movie of your absence end

will I see you again and say 

enough to make a body of words

or will overthinking stammer footsteps of possibility

(once again)