Quarter moon

"Alone together. I've always liked that oxymoronic phrase. Alone together. So close, yet so far(is that another?) Within reach, but not reaching. Hands idle, but in position. Eyes wandering, but always focused on only one thing. Your legs tell a story as you water my smile and watch it grow. In the corner, not bored, but anxious. Deep breaths. Brief sibling intermission. A shift, more comfortable, but cautious ears make it hard to relax. One leg perched- ready to jump at the sound of a bare foot on the stairs-- but not ready. Hair falls in your face. It's brushed away and your lips ask for.. a hypothetical question, perhaps? Obliged. Point A meets point B.. or the other way around. A smile, one that no one could touch, makes its way to each cheek. The silent alarm has sounded, the sky beginning to fall. Slow descent to the the front door. Slower exit through it. Gone into the twilight. I'll see you with the sun."