May. Be.

Should I go or do I stay?
Would my silhouette fade away?
Of that revealed today,
'Twas much to my dismay.

If you would only say,
"Leave me not, please stay."
Entwined in this foray,
Perhaps then, I'd just may.

Little does my mien betray,
Foraging nought amidst the fray.
A dance of chance at bay,
Hastened in purpose today.