It’s funny
I remember him saying so clearly
One day you will fear me
And I told him that wouldn’t happen
Like a child
But it did
And it’s with a twist of regret
Because I felt such love there
And still do
I no longer feel jealousy when others face him
Even though I find myself disappearing into the night during the day
A remembered tone
A remembered moment
Twisted
It is twisted
I don’t know what caused it
I feel at home there
But I am so afraid of the process
So afraid of what my body can create to get there
I long to tell him it’s not him I’m afraid of but he is that so it’s not a thing you can separate
But I don’t feel resentment when the clock strikes the moment
Quiet love
Something I dare not call longing
Only to make me feel the more guilty I’m sure
These wiser than I’ll ever be
Older
Perhaps more tired
Faith is a strange creature
That it can come from nothing
I want to say thank you
For not laughing when I told you it would never happen
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