Close enough to touch
But never touching
This went on for months
Filled with long walks
Silent or speaking at the same time
No you go first I forget
What I wanted to say
But now fifty years later
I remember it your skin
Pulling me in us cowards
Of affection geniuses of delay
How could it be we never spoke
The truth we wanted to say
You see I still blame you for not
Going first but yes it was me
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