It was one step at a time
One day at a time
The balance precarious.
So many factors to consider
Morality, personal struggle
Wishfulness, want and need.
Reaching out you took my hand and I yours
We walked the fine line
Disaster looked at us,
Stared us in the face
Retreat so often a preferred strategy.
We dreamed of being in each other’s arms
Of leaving behind the hurt, the trauma
Of childhood, marriage and life expectation.
So often you leant on me
So often I displayed my need of you.
The balance is now in your favour
And that pleases me.