The curiosities are overwhelming;
Forbidden but present,
like faint morning mist
felt when you breathe…
but it’s grasp is unattainable.
The questions are pointless
but the heart knows no boundary
of society and regulation.
I distract myself
and push the pull away
that returns every day.
The questions that surface
in my stomach as a knot
in my chest as a fist,
clenching the very strength of me.
The thoughts come and go
with the feelings always there:
a bittersweet remembrance
of a love so rare.
I turn and look the other way.
A process
I am all too familiar with…
I reach
with my hand in my pocket
then turn
and move a small but necessary step.
I wonder how much is evident.
My truth tends to wear itself on my sleeve.
Your voice.
Your words.
Simply
the excitement and ease of you.
A forbidden memory
but a genuine smile,
a deep word,
a racing heart.
