You there looking up from where
I here looking down from when
To clasp your hand or otherwise speak
In aid and assist
Is what is called for
But we linger the awkward moment before us
For such things are precious
You've torn your dress it seems
And skinned your knee
It's easier to sink than rise
So in sympathy I fall
Or does the ground rise and embrace me
It feels hard
I don't skin my knee though
Or tear my clothes
So perfect understanding
Eludes us
Still the awkward moment and pause
Was nice
By: Daniel Smallegange
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