This is not the part where singular
pauses build up to particular moments,
like a kiss, or a whispered I-love-you,
or a goodbye. This is where we put
one foot in and one foot out,
holding out for the last five inches
wanting for us to go the distance,
ready to bolt once the car hits 160.
I love you enough to linger still;
I love you less that this is no longer
the only option— I love you still,
and always, but in varying degrees.