The Emotional Orphan

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Stolen Moment Given

Is what happened better relegated to memory?

A replayed film of reality living only in our heads? Did it ever happen?
How could we lose that power?

We deny it, that’s how.

Stolen moment given
First kiss at the end of the bed.

More comfortable reclined with, or without clothing?

I sipped nectar from the pulse at your throat. Alabaster, Ivory, Mother of pearl.

The jewels got up and walked away on their own. No prompting, no reason, no explanation, no need of them.
It’s just what happens.

Nothing has caused real pain yet. There has been no irreparable damage. Will you cycle back through old pain, again? Will it be my fault? I will try to not speak to you of it now or forever.
Just give me forever.

I bathe in the chance to stretch out beside you under the stars, and we will remember.

Our connection to what once was, what can and should always be, lives there.

If you can still feel that, it’s a very good sign. It keeps my hope alive. I will hang on to that as long as I can. Any way that I can. Because forever is not as long as I once thought it was.

And a stolen moment given, cannot be taken away.

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