Smiles and back rubs.
Kisses and soft hugs.
Those are the things that determine the shape of my love.
Forbidden looks
And fingers touching between the books.
A graze here and there,
Hands entangled through the hair.
The thrill of new love.
Excitement in a world our ancestors would dream of
And yet,
Where am I when the flags have flown?
When the confetti is all thrown?
When the cheers and gayness fade,
Where is admission for the ticket I paid?
Life moves on as if my favorite moments were never there
And I witness as the memories fade with time
And time is all that remembers that I laid bare
My love, my vulnerability, my heart, open like a gaping wound exposed to the harsh air,
Bleeding out deep red in the light of the moon.
The salve offered to me to act as a boon,
But do I want to let it go?
The pain is all that I know,
All that can help me remember how my blood flows
When I'm with you.
Please accept my apology.
I don't know where I am when you're not with me,
You helped me understand who I am.
I didn't know before, but I'm beginning to understand,
Please, I don't know where to go.
Where I am now, you must know,
I feel alone.
Stranded on an island by myself.
It's been a long time, then you came along and it helped
So much.
I understand I have to move on.
I'll try, but before you leave, hear me once.
Thank you. I love you.
I don't know where I'm going, but if not for you I would be going nowhere at all.
Now I have a destination.
I'll find my way back to you.
About the Creator
Jada Williams
Jada is a 23-year-old actor, dancer, playwright, published poet and soon to be published novelist. Her love of reading got her through many a rough patch growing up and now her writing will get her through many more. Come read with us!
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