Kept talking past twelve at night, it was late November, when you said, “Listen, I think this is not right.”

Knowing this talk is not right,
Keeping the boundaries tight.
Killing the urge to connect,
Knowing that you are correct.
Kindly you pointed it out,
Killing the shadow of doubt.
Keeping the things we admit,
Knowing we just have to quit.
Knotted feelings must part,
Keeping faith in the heart.