Literature
Double-Take
She stops mid-breath, she doesn't want to let him go.
They've been going at this for oh-so-long, with merely nothing to show.
He brushes her flushed face, touch gently.
She proceeds the conversation along so intently... then leaves him hanging dry.
Turning, she heads straight for downstairs.
Face barely glimpsed at through let-down hair.
He moves about, keeps his hands down like he doesn't know
what to do when faced with such a low blow.
Tension mounting, and heart strings pulled tight
to strike a chord of mercy this one night
Doubling back, she puts her arms right around him,
and tells her that she loves him right as his eyes dim.