you thought that i wasnt ready
and you were right
it didnt mean that i didnt love you
i was a boy alive and unsteady
your body was a religion
i had no soul to offer
you smelled my hesitation
and ran away
intuition sensing
i was not ready
twenty years later
i still think of you
i hope that you
think of me too
when I die
i will think of you
i wish that
i will die before you
Anthony Arias
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hesitance/
