Tristitia

Tristitia

I will not say, no
I will not say that I “fell in love with him,”
but I will say that what I felt for him
was closer to falling in love
than anything I had felt before.

And I will not say, no
I will not say that what I felt was lasting
but it certainly lasted longer
than petty infatuations that come and
go.

I want to know how to catch a piece
of sunlight and lock it away forever;
I want to know how to remove a part of my heart
and toss it into the sky, never to return
again. I want to know if I can love God
and you at the same time, even though
it is becoming clear that the two of you
are such different beings,
grievously composed of such different things
and never quite touching one another.

The End

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