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…