Remember that time I stretched my palm against yours?
Fingers splayed from tip to tip?
Trying to cover distances I’d never known?
I think of it sometimes.
The one golden moment.
The moment I felt loved.
The moment I hold onto when you berate me.
The moment I call up when I can’t imagine you the way you are.
You probably don’t remember it.
It wasn’t kind.
It wasn’t special.
You just weren’t mean.
You didn’t hurt me in that moment.
So when the others call out your sins
And we eventually all turn our backs
Or lash our rafts to yours
Remember that I kept that moment.
I kept that moment close to my heart.
But with enough of that dark ocean wearing against me
It wore away.