In the midst of all the words, sentences, well placed
adjectives
There was
Raw fear. Something cherished, without knowing.
The realization of how dear,
And how near,
you are.
Priceless right through fingers,
dropping right out of grasp.
Fear becomes desperate need. To say, to tell, to share.
Ink drawn lines hold it down.
Once fleeting, fragile
made real.
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