And then ...

And then . . .
After . . .
I thought I would flee
Return to my empty bed
Allowing you your space
Your independence
Your life
. . . not wanting to cross any emotional lines
Even though our bodies
Had already erased any physical one that existed
But still …
My instincts screamed
And you invited me to stay
And I did
Next to you, by your side
Through the remains of the night
In the morning
The dreaded morning
Desire to stay . . . reluctance to leave
Voice in my head crying “run!”
But we kissed. You hugged me. We talked.
We were still good.