A face, many faces
Voices, noises
animated conversations
Holding silence, clasping hands
closing mouth and heart
Feeling cold, rubbing hands
You sat beside me
saying nothing
Passive that I am
waiting for initiation
that never came
I thought about
Me exuding frigidity
You needing help no more
You being pressurised
Now sitting there in obligation
The shell almost cracked
but it didn't break
When will I ever hatch?
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