I write my secrets
On the shores,
And let them get erased
By the tides,
Knowing the oceans
Have hidden them somewhere,
As waves recede and rise

I feel
Unburdened,
A weight is shed -
My heart joins the seagulls,
That circle overhead

The dampness
of the rainy season
        is soaking into
My bones
And
Into my being

It didn’t happen.
But it could have.

And that “could”
  still glows
    in the dark of me.

We never kissed.
But there was a second
 when your breath
 found mine
  not touching,
  just measuring the space
  where it might.

That second
  lasted longer
  than entire nights.

We didn’t say it.
But the air between us
  knew.
Not the meaning,
  but the weight.

And maybe
that’s the truest kind of intimacy -
the one that doesn’t insist,
  just lingers.

What didn’t unfold
  still forms me.
Not as memory,
but as shape.

A bend in how I move.
A shadow I do not fear.
A pause
  I’ve learned to live inside.

Let me
Not deceive
You
With
A forever kind
Of love,

But,
I can commit to
Love you
For a lifetime.

I can commit
To love you
Till my last breath.