Courage

You ask me to describe the taste of the ocean,
I tell you it’s salt, sorrow and seduction.

You ask me to describe the smell of roses,
I tell you it’s sweaty palms and freshly pricked blood.

You ask me to describe the look of longing,
I tell you it’s wide-eyed and close to home.

You ask me to describe the sound of silence,
I tell you it’s the time between ‘I love you’ and ‘I love you too’.

You ask me to describe the feeling of numbness,
I tell you it’s when the courage never comes.

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