Perspiration glued my shirt to my skin
on that thursday afternoon, my hands
tired from carrying boxes from room
to room, the last of their strength just
enough to write their gratitude towards you.
You had not remembered me – at first.
I was a few breaths away from taking
my last, when the hope that radiated
from a single text brought me back to
It was that day, i learned what it really felt
like to hold a conversation with one radiating
equal interest, shown in their thumbs growing
sore, and the smiles through the screens.
It wasn’t long before text turned to call turned to
video, turned to the moment our hearts pounded
beneath a ribcage aching to break free and connect
what it did not know it was missing.
The day we met in person for the first time in years,
was the first time i felt electricity dripping from the
fingertips that touched me.
The first time i felt what I’d never known to be passionate;
intimacy I’d only ever read about in the books I always
escaped to. It was only the beginning, and the first of many
And now I ask for the promise of forever from you, because
I never want to lose the one that showed me the way it’s supposed
to be; That showed me the freedom that comes with the security of
falling so deeply in love with someone that feels the same.
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