I feel so lucky
to know queer love.
Everyone I have loved
lives on in me
in my hands
on my lips
in the way I stay.
They are patches
on my worn jeans,
visible,
mending,
stitched where I needed them most.
I thought endings would be hard
but queer endings are different:
they are generous.
To love for the sake of loving
To be community
To be lovers.
To watch someone you love love again
to feel their skin
brush mine in memory
to taste their warmth
as it moves onto another body.
I am better for every love I’ve known.
Nothing wasted.
Nothing lost.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 2:51 PM UTC
I feel so lucky
to know queer love.
Everyone I have loved
lives on in me
in my hands
on my lips
in the way I stay.
They are patches
on my worn jeans,
visible,
mending,
stitched where I needed them most.
I thought endings would be hard
but queer endings are different:
they are generous.
To love for the sake of loving
To be community
To be lovers.
To watch someone you love love again
to feel their skin
brush mine in memory
to taste their warmth
as it moves onto another body.
I am better for every love I’ve known.
Nothing wasted.
Nothing lost.