Lines

Cheshire grin,
a line
He is faking, she is breaking
Waiting in sin
Neither one part taking.

A choice and chance,
that line
None willing to have
Who speaks first, neither
They'll both starve.

They'll both lie,
damn line
And they'll both ache
They'll both live
With this haunting mistake

To reach for,
near the line
To hold, neither can start
Neither willing to risk
The rejection of their heart.

If she went forward,
past the line
He could easily turn away
If he went forward
She couldn't be sure he'd stay.

If they would, they could
erase the line
But neither willing to see
Get rid of the line,
the imaginary fucking line
They'll be exactly where they ought to be.