Dying Breath

After a night of equal flirtation and throwing of barbs the end came too quick. He got out of the car, walked me to the door and I threw my arms around him like it was the last time I might ever see him. He kissed me softly and I made a joke. Diffusing the intense desire I had to make the moment last until my dying breath.

This feeling sneaks up on me, jumps out from the bushes to surprise me every time I see him lately. A relationship with too many complications before it even exists. Still, still...

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be.
For the gentle wind does move,
silently,
invisibly.
~William Blake