The Agony of “Closeness”
The absurdity of “secrets”
I know your secrets.
They aren’t really hidden well.
They are written all
Over your face.
The way your eyes hide, the way your shy smile evaporates into that well-worn snarky, wry expression
And you and I sit down to order coffee
For the hundredth time to discuss Superman for the next year over
The growing gaping hole that is our social fulfillment that gets bigger and bigger like the potholes we argue about in the City.
It’s not okay to get too close,
Because then the hole gets too easy to see.
Once our hands touch,
The agony of our
Shared moments
Becomes too sweet,
Too palpable,
Too stuck in the middle of my perception of
What I call life to actually be: “hard reality”
And I don’t know how to handle
So many raw ideas in one moment
With you.
I have No Secrets around you, my dear
Friend.
Yet, I know I have too much to hide when I
my breath is hard to catch,
Like how a first baseman
Needs to be prepared to catch a high or low ball,
And my darling,
I’ll never be your hero
Like Keith Hernandez, to ever really catch up
With the way our hearts align and collide,
A dream of agony, silence and grief,
Of mine and mine alone,
Trying to get you to unlock something
And show me your agony,
Because I wanna know what it feels like
So I can tell you how absurd it was for all of us to hide it in
The first place.
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos.
I am Bexley is published by Resurgence Novels here.
The Half Paper Moon is available on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella Carnivorous is to be published by Eukalypto soon! Coming soon
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