Fog

The funny things about connections
It’s not love but it feels like it
It’s not sex
But it breaths kind of like it
It’s not hope
Because it made me afraid
It was you drove me home one night and waited for me to get into my house
It was your accent
It was the slight touch of your hands against my thigh
It was talking for hours
It was me afraid you would hit me
By instinct
Based on your skin colour
Was it love?
Maybe.
We will never know
Since you lied
And no amount of connection can make me trust you again
May we find that connection again
With someone
Made for us
To build a home with, to love, respect and speak our truth with

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