there’s a moment in time,
right after you know the secret you’ve been keeping
can’t stay secret anymore.
right before you change everything,
when ‘seconds’ and ‘minutes’ are just made up words.
the world speeds up and time
fractures and in the broken glass pieces
you catch glimpses of your reflection:
of “this was a mistake,”
of “i’d never want to hurt you,”
my tongue tries on words like shoes,
searching for the best fit before running
into the open air between us
where i’d never catch them.
it is in that moment i decide to say
just half of a true thing:
“i want you…”
i’ve never been more aware
of the longing inside me.
desperation clawing at my throat,
trying to escape through vocal chords that
have not been used before-
not for this.
but at my hoarse confession time repairs itself
and the fractures mend and where
my reflections were, now there’s only you-
minus a few missing shards
where your heart should be, where mine still beats
in code over and over
saying half of a true thing: