Love shouldn't be a dirty word
but it is.
With you, it is.
I am reminded of junior year
when the Zack of my crush
joked about the curly-haired nerd
sitting in front of me, friendless
and I laughed out of shame.
It is easy to laugh
when the taunt is aimed elsewhere
easy to love
when the heart stays hidden
easy to forget
when you say my name.
The price tag for banter:
a cost measured in the thousand miles
that separate us across closed borders.
When you spoke to her
you would look at me
and I would look back.
But now, I won't say anything
and neither will you.
Years and decades and millennia
have passed.
That time has passed.
Our time has passed.
About the Creator
Alison McBain
Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
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