I still don't know what to do,
So I do nothing
For another evening.
Waiting for the right moment
Is nothing more than cowardice.
I am too afraid that you will ignore me,
Or delete me,
So I do nothing,
Because while you are an option,
I could do something
While you are still there, connected,
I could be the one to reach out.
I want it to be you,
But know it won't be.
You have left the door open
Only to see if I will follow,
And if I do,
You will have won,
And may well slam it in my face.