This time, our feelings are perfectly matched, I can see it when I look at you, when you held me that last time, my body shaking with fear and grief. My head laying on your chest, you snoring softly. Were you really asleep? Why did I wake you up? Actions and words are disjointed, because what I feel isn’t logical. I’m sorry this is so hard, the distance will make it easier. I’m trusting someday we’ll get another chance, and even if that can never be, I have to go on pretending. -I’ll Never Let Go Jack
This article appears in Apr 24-30, 2014.