The question mark hangs over you.
There are other things to ask, but tonight I'll let them hang in the tainted air of secrecy.
That one graze of your thumb on my hand; it kills me.
How is it that your lips on my slightly wrinkled forehead and the exhale on my hair, breaks my heart in only the best way?
That question mark still hangs over you.
When your sleepful mind counteracts with your sleepless body, my sleepless heart flutters in rhythmic dances in unison with you.
I can't control my breathing unifying with yours; it's maddening.
You consume me, I consume you, we turn away.
There is always a part of us that is intertwined.
But I can't shake that question mark that hangs over you.
We are awake, laughing at the mumbled fumbled words pouring out of my untamed mouth.
The morning shines light on our secrets, on something we keep from the world so they won't ruin it.
You squeeze my hand and I recall you saying my name the night before; the way it clicked across your tongue and teeth.
I can't make that question mark that hangs over you leave us
It gnaws even when you smile that freckled smile at me.
It claws even when you laugh at my sarcasm; "I'm ashamed of you too".
It pulls as you check that wrist watch that you keep in your pocket.
It wrestles as you hug me goodbye and I take a deep breath in.
The question mark hangs over you.
For a reason you are my end point.
That is why I stay and I watch you trot to your car.
The next time will be the same; awkward, distant, suddenly calming and contagious.
This has to be it for us, and I know that those questions will never take away that
Mystifying question mark that hangs over you.
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