Next time, try just a little
bit harder to reach me, to stay online
a few seconds longer until I respond
so we can connect on the same app, it’s not
always enough that we’re still breathing
under the same moon, where I am
your wife in spirit. Seeing your face before
me calls as the pinnacle of experience, your smoky
cologne and breath rich with coffee notes,
wind from your laugh, faint clicks of your teeth, but you’re
standing beside me, every dream convenes and
that moment turns to full in meaning and action,
all I drop all I’ve gathered and take only your
hands so the magic sparks and arcs between us, over deserts
and oceans and crusted-over hearts, I haven’t forgotten
but I was stuck in another timeline, you couldn’t hold
on tight enough. It wasn’t only for me to grapple
and sacrifice and climb, but you left me hanging on whether
to drag my kids into culture where no one spoke their words
and give up security of familiar and family, no problem
to you because you were never at risk, but why did you
want me so bad that you would ask me to overcome so many
obstacles just to be with you? Truly, you should say.
Why’d I have SO MUCH to prove?
AFTERWARD: I felt compelled beyond my own discretion. I loved
him so deeply, and gazed at him so hard that nothing else
factored when I decided I was his, I just gave it all up, not knowing
that real people don’t have to give anything up to be with the
person they admire because–no matter how hard they fall
in love, they don’t forget who they are. Perhaps I’ll never stop
longing for your essence under fingers and in my nose.
No matter where life looks like it’s taking us, we never
know when paths converge in sudden surprises like
finding out “ends” are not always dead.
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