The First Step on to Broken Ice

It would have been right

to say that the ice was broken.

And so there we stood; 

each standing at an end of the crack

in the glazed water, too wide to cross

For a second, I almost tried.  

I almost started to,

but then a thought dawned upon me;

a thought you might have had as well.

The thought that I was leaving, for good.

I knew I wouldn't, I knew I couldn't,

but did you know?

I took a step, I was pulled in, 

but as I first lifted my foot I knew.

I knew that it could be drawn out,

if I really wanted to;

to take the long way around,

to find the nearest bridge or pass;

and that maybe by being drawn out,

the outcome might or might not have changed.

And though the shock was tremendous

and the water was cold,

I wasn't bothered 

because your arms were holding me

as I opened my eyes.

As I realized that you had jumped in too.