Hesitation

Waiting for you was always a fêted occasion

Voiced names countless times over and over

No answer or message was reciprocated.

Sometimes I wonder if love exists for me.

You were ready to spare words and more.

And now I see nothing but hesitation,

Even a hard hearted woman will need shoes,

To walk through stones and rough roads.

She will look for it when she sees thorns,

Yet I remain here with pretexts that are easy.