Question

Poised to form a question
Too early to ask
I gather hesitation
Still, the moment

It is filled with you
It is entranced
A question would off-set
What is balanced

But someday the question
Will escape from my tongue
Out through my mouth
From empty lungs

The silence will stun
You'll be stunned, too
The question, I won't regret
But what about you?

Distractions will have passed
The question ever lingers
The silence won't last
Behold, the moment...

...And trembling fingers