...drifting...

Drifting, leaving, dissolving slowly

Two beings sharing space

She moved backwards into comfort

He pushed forward to see her face

Awkwardly fumbling, searching for words

The strain betrayed his age

He posed the question of defining 

Bringing new depth on to the stage

Sitting, shifting, then pressing onward

History forming his thoughts

Carefully picking words like flowers

He desired not for her to feel caught

Racing, reasoning, reaching upwards

His features held by her tips

Desperate to bring him certainty

Yet known it would not be found on her lips

Knowing, weighing, conflicting truths

But forced to see the end

Giving herself: a damaging cost

The price too great, for more than a friend

Writhing, bruising, resisting instinct

Only seeing lights turn red

She has to stop what never started

Convince him the feeling was just in his head