The Writers' Circle

What are you doing?
Why are you still standing here?
Please leave, even though you know 
I want you to stay.

In the darkness we are safe
because you can't see my face,
and I can't see yours.
But I don't have to, 
to know what you're feeling. 

Your hand finds mine, 
and neither of us blink,
because we haven't changed,
we haven't changed a bit.

There is movement,
and we don't say a word,
because we've felt the same for years,
and we know where this is going,
and we know it's not a crime,
but it's still wrong, 
because it feels a little late,
a little like bad timing. 

There is an inner struggle, 
then a silent surrender. 

We don't say a word,
because we don't know what to say,
besides the inevitable. 
Everything we need is here.
Everything we fear is here.