There is no winning
no consolation prizes
in this life.

We go through the motions
each activity labeled and ordered
in some order
of pretend importance
to distract
from what we don’t want to see.

That we all got it wrong.

So we rise again,
to the buzzing on our phones
to focus on our screens and our treasures.
Thinking some day, some way
things will change and it’ll all be fair.

This is no game
and no one is keeping score.
Kiss the ones you love
and chase the moon
you won’t catch it, but you’ll have fun trying.

We sit.

Holding hands across the table.

Staring into each others eyes,

I turn away. Caught between

embarrassment and elation.

I notice the freckles on your wrist,

peeking out from your sleeve

and

imagine where else they may be.

You kiss my shoulder.

I kiss your neck.

Every touch is better than the last.

I drink in every word you say

every eyebrow raise, nervous laugh

delighted in it all.

In you.

 

Where have you been?

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