Moment of conflict

She walked into the restaurant with polished grace.
A class that drew attention from every table.
With a lump in my throat I greeted her.
She responded with the familiar warmth.
So paralysed she made me in her expanse.
Those melancholic eyes
Were those my grief or hers.

As we sipped our coffee in silence,
A wave of emotions blinded the ambience.
It was just us and our serenity
Time chased us, but we were lost...
Trying to find purpose.

As we climbed the lift in echoing secrecy, we didn't know what lay ahead.
She walked inside the room and stood by the window.
Her tresses breezing by the oceanic rage.
It was us...to relieve our earlier romance.
To drown our suffering.

But the cacophony.
Was it the chaos of the sea or our thudding beats.
When she turned to face me, her eyes were dewed.
In that second we realised we couldn't...
Was it our conscience, was it the reflection of our mindless intention
Nothing made sense.

With a feathered kiss on her forehead, I saw her for the last time.
She looked back
And we realised this was our only love.