feeling our patterns in the lush

it was that one day
that one conversation
that one place where we usually
walked away from one another
to allow for the air to shift
the room to be made
the acceptance to settle in
to the craggy smatterings
of indecision and too much to lose
but we kept our feet rooted
our butts there on the red couch
feeling our patterns in the lush fabric
of maybe there is another way
we haven't thought about
readying its spill
onto the night
of one day
black ink
moving
its deep chagrin welling
into never
where did the thread go?
lapsing into laughter
and forgiveness
and something deeper and truer
than what we started fighting for
we do not have to know the way
nor even the destination
nor do we have to travel every single
square mile together
we just know beyond knowing
that no matter the road
or the journey
or the weariness of traveling
this night, this moment here
we spend it
and save it
by re-entering it
together.