the broken spell

We are stood on a cliff.
Facing backwards, 
hand in hand. 
We can see every step 
we came up unplanned,
and there's nothing
to do but take a bow.

No need to fall 
backwards. I trust 
you now. 

We have nothing 
to prove. We've
been everywhere.
All over each other.
We know who cares,
and how much
we've dared.

So let go, now. Split.
Turn in towards each other
and part. We knew
this was it.

Don't fart - for God's sake!
Or we'll break the spell,
fall out laughing and crying,
hugging as well - and there's
always the chance that leads on
to more. We came all this way,
love. 

Did we know what for?
Or is it too late, now to go? 
Then stay. We can say 
we just went for a walk,
let's say. We can back away
all the way back, if so.

In case it's too late 
to find separate ways
to go.