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A delayed waiting,
In the middle of nowhere.
That trembling quiver of the thumb,
The parched dryness of the throat,
My unanswerable question,
Your unquestioned answer,
Your undecided choice,
My unknown uncertainty,
That pensive contemplation.
An impending disaster,
Your hesitant determination
Met my unwavering resolve.
Finally all that perseverance was forgotten,
With just your three words.
We are done.
The waiting was over, I was lost,
Hands lay limp with a desiccated soul,
The question defunct, no answer came forward,
The choice made, future bleak.
The only thing that won at the end,
Your hesitation,
And left alone to mourn,
My resolve.
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.
Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
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