I would like to hold your hand
A simple request that can’t be met
Days and days between our time
People and places between our lives
I write you letters, you sing me songs.
Maybe this time next year our distance won’t be so long.
I can wait with you on my mind.
Rather feel your skin against mine.
I whisper I love you,
your secret to keep.
You hold me closer like I am you.
Your skin is soft,
your face is sweet, your hands are gentle,
your voice deep.
I listen close to every word.
I wrap your words around my waist.
I’m not sure, how much longer can I wait…
I broke myself apart into pieces of each self I knew
I offered definitions descriptions explanations
all the words I could find to say look at me and everything that I am
I am this and I am that and sometimes there and sometimes here
I spread my words across sheets of endless paper,
this time they will know me.
When they told me I was not who I said I was I told them they were who I knew them to be.
They were thieves and liars and colonizers and rapists and murderers and deniers of every truth that ever met them.
I set myself a space to breathe.
I gathered all those parts of me and held each one close to speak.