The love that was never mine
Nov 29, 2022
was just beyond reach,
around the bend
in the crook of the corner
of maybe, possibly, I’ll
get back to you. Knowing
(one always knows),
that love was not
negotiable, it came
with the house or it
stayed locked in a shed
like a rabbit, fed but
not touched or seen or
even necessarily wanted,
beautiful in its longing,
its hope in goodness. Its
faith in human kindness.
Beautiful, in its undying
refusal to bury its
innocence.
LBM 11/28/2022
