Waiting in Translation

Now you know.
I made the move.
I asked you.
And what did I get?
A maybe?
A jumbled yes?
A possiblity?

Now i can't speak.
I can not think.
I am questioning.
Love itself.
Is that it?
All I get?

What more is there?
A breaking free?
It is awkward.
We tred carefully.
Through the waters.
Of the HS halls.

You are different.
A book not heard of.
Something there.
But unseen.
An evolved form?
Something else?

We are opposites.
Question of chemistry?
No one knows.
You are there.
I am not.
I am there.
You are not.

WE are the words.
Not spoken.
That's what makes us.
Breaks us?
Is there an us?
Does it matter?

It seems.
That I am everything.
That you aren't.
Do you complete?
MY puzzle?
My joy?
I do not know.

Questionable content.
No way to read.
Your unread book.
Until you make.
The next step.
I'm waiting.
In translation.