Polite Conversation

He vowed to remain positive all day,
Not counting on seeing her eyes that way.
They spoke in gentle tones in the parking lot,
No harsh words, for they never have fought.

Each one unwilling to take that first
Step, the one that is clumsy, the worst.
They dance around each other’s careful space.
Keeping their distance, keeping their place.

He wants to reach out and take her hands.
But he can tell this is not in her plans.
Cannot force the situation without fear
That the meeting will create dreaded tears.

Finished, she drives off, he walks away.
Polite conversation, but not much do they say.
Yet, there is so much more to be said.
Too bad it remains inside his head.