“What if I…”
His hand, so much larger than mine—so much
Everything about him was more
A too-hot day, a jewelry stand
Beetle-bright threadbare velvet and
a nondescript ring
we cared about for different reasons
“If I…”
Even in memory, I am
shrinking
Thinking I was a candle
and him a flame
Such violent calm
that moved
a bit of silver and tarnish
from safe ring finger
to danger
There, in that moment, I knew
In that moment
I saw a road
Stretching
I saw
The chapters
delineate like bars
Tears came only
to wash my eyes
“Will you…”
Words hung out to dry
and I
left them
I had never learned
how to fold
Not sure if this works but....here it is! Writing was a struggle and a half today, since I'm exhausted and doped up on allergy medicine. Hurray?
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