the waiting game

 

He’s there, but I dare not speak.
He’s there, but the silence remains – deafening to both our ears. 
We’re both stalling time. 
Waiting to see who will make the first move. 
We’re both stalling time. 
Thinking what words the other would like to hear.
I am here, but he dares not speak. 
I am here, but there is a great chasm of silence – deafening our ears. 
We’re both silent; thoughtful as to what would happen next. 
We’re both silent; thoughtful as to what course of action we both want to happen next. 
This is madness. 
Missing him when he is but an arm’s length away. 
This is madness. 
Missing him when rationality dictates that such an emotion is forbidden. 
This is madness. 
Insanity at its best. 
Yet I still welcome the feeling. The emotion. Better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all. 
Better indeed. 
Yet love, is this what this should be called? 
Or maybe it is purely insane infatuation. 
Maybe he’s busy. 
That’s why he won’t speak. 
Maybe he’s waiting for me. That’s why he won’t speak. 
Two can play in this game, called waiting or stalling. 
Let’s see who gives in first. 
Woe to me if I do. 
Woe to him if he does. 
In that case then, let’s just remain in this impasse. 
Both staring. 
Both silent. 
Itching to reach out. 
But prideful nonetheless. 
He reached out first.
*note: This is something made a long time ago and had just been stored in my outlook drafts box. I thought it best to publish now.

He’s there, but I dare not speak.

He’s there, but the silence remains – deafening to both our ears. 

 

We’re both stalling time. 

Waiting to see who will make the first move. 

 

We’re both stalling time. 

Thinking what words the other would like to hear.

 

I am here, but he dares not speak. 

I am here, but there is a great chasm of silence – deafening our ears. 

 

We’re both silent; thoughtful as to what would happen next. 

We’re both silent; thoughtful as to what course of action we both want to happen next. 

 

This is madness. 

Missing him when he is but an arm’s length away. 

 

This is madness. 

Missing him when rationality dictates that such an emotion is forbidden. 

 

This is madness. 

Insanity at its best. 

 

Yet I still welcome the feeling. The emotion. Better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all. 

 

Better indeed. 

 

Yet love, is this what this should be called? 

Or maybe it is purely insane infatuation. 

 

Maybe he’s busy. 

That’s why he won’t speak. 

 

Maybe he’s waiting for me.

That’s why he won’t speak. 

 

Two can play in this game, called waiting or stalling. 

Let’s see who gives in first. 

 

Woe to me if I do. 

Woe to him if he does. 

 

In that case then, let’s just remain in this impasse. 

 

Both staring. 

Both silent. 

Itching to reach out. 

But prideful nonetheless. 

 

He reached out first.

 

chat

 

*note: This is something made a long time ago and had just been stored in my outlook drafts box. I thought it best to publish now.

Author: elleica

Jesus Lover. Writer. Blogger. Biologist turned marketer. Child of Learning. Thrill Seeker. I long for my next adventure.

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