The Falling Second

Poem of the falling second
Hearing the sound of silence
Grasping on to the falling second
Remembering Feeling what the day has brought.
The happiness..the sadness..the guilt.
Being so close to one thing.
Not wanting to break away.
You know its best.
You know it is what you want to do.
The moment is clenching more and more.
Do you take it or do you leave it.
Do you take the moment or do you wait.
Wanting that so badly.
But knowing it is not right.I choose to wait for that one special night.