Poem : That One Time in the Garage

I stretch my hand to stop you in the doorway

It's taken me years to find that kind of courage

And I've steeled myself now -

Please.

Don't Leave.

Words, like molasses in my mouth,

spill...

A flicker of fear -

your eyes relax,

my breath expels;

for once we draw near.

My arm, no longer a bar,

bends to you.

We are enveloped in relief.

You said thank you.