[SPOTLIGHT]

Our hearts set in concrete.
Molded together.
“Do you think we’ll always be this way?”
I peer up at his moonlit face and await his response;
His words tumble out, clumsily at first,
But he catches his breath, starts over.
I drown in his words, holding his gaze.
I’m here, I’m listening, I’m yours.
His fingers interlock in mine through conversation.
“it was hard, we were both upset. But also relieved.”
Relief… release… surrender.
I’m still unsure of how I felt.
My eyes wander off, searching through the darkness for clarity.
An epiphany.
Stability for my emotions.
I come back to him and his hands cradle my face.
Forefinger brushing aside loose strands.
I watch his lips move up & down, but only a whisper escapes:
“I love you.”
Repetitive motions lose substance, meaning.
Those words have not.