an instant approaches

in which your silhouette will come into focus and you will remain on my tongue, crisp as laughter, defined and tangible.
in which i will realize that i'm happier when i'm with you than when i'm not.
in which blitzkriegs and guerrilla flirt tactics come to an end.
in which ambivalence dissolves and we are forced to face the reality of the moment, the consequences of the decisions we don't make.
in which we do this thing or walk away with as few ripples as possible.
in which i can't pretend like i know what i'm doing.
in which we are enough.

i hope that instant is unlike the others i've stubbed my toes on in the past.