We come to it again,
this meeting of stories about futures we’ll never know
because the future we’re making
is far better than those.
But we’re curious, even though
such hypotheses may make us sad,
could we, if we needed, have stayed silent
and not gone mad?
If we’d gone through life
as best friends forever,
would you have told me if you’d fallen?
Fallen in the way that you fell for me in this present,
undeniably, inescapably, euphorically
in love.
Would I ever have brought myself to tell you?
I might have thought it would ruin our friendship –
that’s what all the other accounts say.
But to deny my feelings is to deny myself of their worth, of yours.
I don’t think silence would have sat well with me.
I don’t think she would have done for you, either.
Our entire premise
is that our hearts and wounds are open
for the other to fully see.
Treeshallow Musings 