The Edge Of Us

We talk like always—deep and wide,? Of everything, and what's inside.? You know my soul, I know your face, ?Every silence, every grace. But there’s a line we never cross, ?Drawn soft in sand, but heavy with loss.? A whisper hung between each laugh,? A truth we only feel by half. I see it in the way you pause,? In hands that shake without a cause.? The way you look, then look away— ?Afraid of what your eyes might say. We could be more, we both have known,? In every moment we’re alone.? But love is fire, and fire can burn— ?So we choose not to let it turn. Because what we have is rare and true,? A bond that time can’t undo.? And if we reach, and it falls through—? Would I still have all of you? So we don’t gamble, don’t confess. ?We bury want beneath a "yes." ?We hold this gift and let it be, ?Though part of you still reaches me. Maybe someday, when stars align, ?When fear no longer draws the line—? We’ll speak the words we’ve always known,? And love will find its way back home. But not today. Not just yet.? We’re not a risk we can forget.? So we stay here, on the edge of flame—? Two hearts too scared to name the same. Scott W