3 words: Verve

One step closer

Then one more

All good measure

He stays still

Hands in pocket

A concerned look

She keeps moving

Hands nervously meshed

It’s her move

She knows this

“I’ve been meaning”

“To tell you”

So she speaks

He wants more

Because words disappear

“The truth is…”

Here comes reality

Both can’t breathe

Know it hurts

But it’s inevitable

Denial is close

Like their space

But this time

Truth trumps denial

“The truth is…”

“I love you”

Now he moves

Out of fear,

Comfort, joy, doubt

But she’s there

And he allows

Hand on chest

The other one

Laced with his

She can’t think

She just does

And she allows

His warm lips

Neck, cheek, mouth

All on her

Silence is broken

Her, him: together

Always they’ll be

Because the truth

Was always there

It just took

A few steps

Short taken breaths

Closure of space

Verve of touch

The one truth

And three words…