You stand still

I turn to catch a glimpse

Aware of this motionless moment

Reality, now seems to be a word

I can’t begin to understand

Our timing,

always off just as I feared;

What more is there for us to do?

I tell you what I can’t afford.

Is another broken heart.

Your silence

Tells me you recognize the truth.

You don’t want to be the cause

Of my broken heart.

You stand still

As if you have no idea

What move to make next?

I turn to catch a glimpse.

you walk away;

Finally,

Movement.