maybe I just tripped and fell into you
I was so tired, your every word cushioned my weariness
more than you know. I leaned back into years of security:
we are still friends.
I still know you and you remember every
detail of things I told you.
No judgment at all. In fact, you love me just the way I am.
We laugh together, sunlight
and transit breezes pull back our hair and we squint, grinning.
I reiterate: “I feel no pressure to be anyone else!”
and you take my arm in yours, making sure
that I don’t walk too fast or slow, that we
are wholly together and here.
Then I cried on the train
because you poured love into me and filled me with hope.