Procrastination

Perhaps I thought it unseemly, too
Revealing of myself too soon,
Or too bold for you, to admit to
Caring. Or, maybe I thought I'd be
Rewarding you with an
Admission that I waited
Silently for you to make: to
Tell me, without prompting,
In your own words, that you
Needed me
As much as I needed you.
Time never waits,
It moves forward, water
Over a dam, spilling the truth, and
Never looking back

© Candice W. Coghill, November, 2011