A static day. Watching others in motion.
But you know what I wanted to do?
Be your guide.
And be guided by you too.
We were almost there.
I could have taken your slender, almost delicate, hand.
And waited. Close enough to breathe in your scent.
Near enough for the fizzing 'what-next' feeling.
But today was not a day for action; not a day to breach another border.
Today was a day to watch and wait and think and contemplate.
All the possible crossings to consider ahead.
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