The Joy of Skepticism 

She alternates between

rushing in

and

pulling back.

She makes up rules,

plans for what ifs, 

writes long lists of pros and cons,

even pretend control is a comfort.

He watches her and laughs.

He knows how he feels.

He tells her every day.

She worries

the romance of it

has lifted her up and away.

She thinks she needs to come back to Earth. 

She tries to see things clearly

but his dimpled smile makes her blind.

She is afraid

of her past repeating

in new and unexpected ways.

He listens to her and laughs.

He knows how he feels.

He tells her every day.

She’s conscious of her shadow,

her inclination for drama –

she fears the intensity will burn them both.

She tells him she needs to take things slowly

while giving away all her secrets.

He waits patiently for her and laughs.

He knows how he feels.

He tells her every day.

She says to him

“I feel like I’ve been

swept off the rocks

into the ocean”

and realises she means this about her life, 

not just her interactions with him.

He asks her if she can swim and laughs.

He knows how he feels.

He tells her every day.

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