January 8, 2009
That chilling ice
That no one wants to break
For the chance that their words
Might step the wrong way
And it will crack too much
And they'll fall through
So for now
The cold chill of the silence
Through the air
It's chilling fingers
Gently glide up your spine
Hovering uncomfortably
On the back of your neck
The quiet chill
The awkwardness you feel
Don't even bother wondering
What they're thinking about
For they are wondering too
About you
Will you take that dreaded first step
Or will you walk away
Never knowing what could have been

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