Will you?

Will you still touch me, even though you know?

Will you still look at me they way you did before,
you opened the door?

Will you still bring me entertainment, with your
intriguing imagination, and not confuse my attention
for infatuation?

Will you disappear out of worry and fear? That's not something
I'd like to hear.

Will you still answer when I call, or will you not be there at all?

Will you still know what is on my mind, like you seem to know, everytime?

Would you even want to know what's on my mind?

Could we leave awkardness and uncertainties far behind?