Flourish

What if.. 
What if we thought
About each other at the same...
The same moment...

Both resisting,
Both avoiding...
That is,
What it is...

Both wanting the same thing,
Yet too afraid to say it,
To admit it.

Beating around the bush,
Trying to find every reason
To not talk about it,
But rather imply it.

For you can't be persecuted
For that which was mistaken...
Misunderstood in between the lines...
For that which no direct action was taken...
Nor said.

But what if...
What if,
You're direct action was needed...
Required in a sense...
That is,
To make the situation flourish..

To be fruitful?!

Something worth having,
Worth desiring...

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