Waiting on the tram

Love comes so agonizingly

not often that you just

stand there trying to calm yourself

because you are just

so scared that you will just

screw it up that you can’t just

sit back and enjoy it because you know that it’s just

fleeting, that it’s just

a matter of time before…

He’s gone.

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