A consistent reminder,
of what might occur
a future without her.
without her always on my shoulder, always present.
our communication mostly reticent
as we take a moment and just stare
a silent second as she looks at my hair
and i wonder again if she’s going to reach out and touch it
concern that she may once again clutch it
a grimace appears on my once expressionless face
the dimness of the lights casting shadows on her f–
hey.
can I kiss you?
woah there, I don’t know if I want that,
its been so quick, almost like we just met.
not that we did just meet, I’ve known you for a while
but I’m not ready for a kiss right now, i resile
no please, like seriously i need some space
i love you a lot, but have some grace
leave me alone for just one second
let me consume this moment and just reckon