No it won’t utter a word, as they play the game
A game of emotions and bring more shame.
It rather stays mum and closes the heart
As when it speaks it hurts like a dart.
A few worded phrase and a hopeful gaze
A state of utter craze and the boggling maze
The tragic distance and the desire to meet,
But on the arrival the coward has cold feet.
Poor patience waits for a voice to come its way,
Oh! When it comes, skips a beat and flees away.
Ignores advises and acts so dumb,
Laughs with pals but in dark so numb.
The crowd laughs, “Why act so silly?” they say,
But it’s a whole new setup, taste if you may!
Ah! You can’t unless you search deep and see,
By the way, it’s still there; it’s the other me!
