I try not to,
but my heart is already leaps ahead.
I look at our path in the snow,
and think about what you said.
Little signs spread around the sentences you make,
like how you don't want kids to be raised by parents
with no love and that they should make that break.
How 'why you ask' is a silence filled with hope,
if it makes a difference if you married,
or if you tied your own noose with that rope.
I look at you, emotions filled between four blue eyes.
We can try to be friends, but I am not sure for whom we tell those lies.
So I lean in and we kiss on the cheek,
inches away from our truth,
inches away from being weak.
We let go quickly, afraid of what happens if we don't.
Afraid of the consequence so we decide that we won't.