i met you months ago
for no reason or rhyme
but there was an air of magic,
of stars standing in their line.
so, i deceived myself
“we must have met for good reason.”
later, i was honest
after i’d known you a few seasons.
how could my own instincts
treat me as their foe?
even after all this time,
there are things i’ll never know.
© Rylan Skelly, January 2019
About the Author: I have a B.A. in Honours Religious Studies from the University of Waterloo and I love all major world religions – Eastern, Western, or in between. I’m genderqueer, and I’m comfortable with male, neutral, and female pronouns. I’m married to my dear wife Lynn, who is the love of my life, my best friend, and my muse. I think far too much, and often have too many ideas to know what to do with. And I am a doing being, just like you!
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