You felt a touch extend--a surprise in an unexpected person,
and it felt convincing...without need of a labelled explanation.
You shift and twist and spread a wide-hope smile
inside, cautionary
to not let anyone outside of your skin know
that happiness still exists for you,
despite the fires and pitchforks.
There were no lights or sparkles or melting patterns
or curves that captured seconds of held breaths.
Expressed aspirations, worries, desperations,
hesitation; shamed peek-a-boo hands;
listen for wise afterthoughts,
amid wishful wrong longings...
and beaten concerns.
Aged, we've learned:
Silence is earned.
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