The Unknown

days on nights dawning hour.
your irrifutible soft voice
i hear.
trying to put a face to the words
confined by the reality of sight

i rely on my senses.
what my heart feels.
as I listen,
ciphering the questions in my mind.

thinking of that day.
what will it be like.
my insecurities creeps in.
I feel betwix.

My mine needs answers,
this wait seems foretelling.

until we meet, my hearts a flutter...

by Elton Hazel

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