On the Cusp

I do not love him, I think

Maybe I could, possibly...someday 

If the right pieces fell into place

If pushed past the point of uncertainty, I could learn to get lost in his face. 

Sometimes I am so very close

I can taste the memories yet to be

The years of comfort and solace. 

I could, I know I could, 

if asked I would say yes

I wouldn't even fight it. 

But I won't knock down every door, hoping you are on the other side of it

All it would take is a push 

But I would never fall into you on purpose 

My legs are rooted on the edge

Like shiny new coins I will never spend

Forever on the cusp

of love