The day could be saved;
he was constantly looking up at her
she knew that the day could be saved
not simply by her, also by his presence.
She had loved him.
He knew that.
He still loved her.
But all he needed to know was
she could save the day.
She still had to let him go.
As he slowly slipped into the role
the comfort grew;
with it also grew discomfort.
She had to save the moment,
she had a choice.
The choice was not made for her.
She chose to let him go;
she chose to not let the roles drift.
For she loved him,
she knew love is not one kind
and her love was profound.