Unexpectedly, the room stopped moving.
She sat complete and waiting in her chair.
‘May I kiss you?’ were not the words he said;
it would have been too bold he felt, still scared,
so he chose ‘may I have a hug?’ instead.
The welcome of her smile emptied his heart.
He felt unique, alone yet not apart.
“Yes,” she said, again, and her eyes lit up.
He rose, in joy, and crossed the warming floor.
This poem is a second contribution to Poets United Thursday think tank – your first time… I intended a longer poem, but then this seemed just the right place to stop.