Hello

This is my first post. No one will probably see this. Maybe not for a while, maybe never. If you read this, promise to be kind. Both to my poem and to the world, I guess. Nobody likes a downer.

1.

I was 18 years old and I saw my whole life ahead of me

I saw us together
We held hands on the dock

I introduced him at family parties

He was shy, but we would

Giggle when everyone else wasn’t looking

And in the crowded street we held hands

When the bums asked for money 

He refused for the both of us

Instead of my mother

In the dark of the basement

I sit with my head on his lap

And as we watch my favorite shows

I explain the latest plot twist

It isn’t until much later, when I cry to my wall

I realize that we have never touched

But I still remember his orange bus card

I still remember it in my wallet

I left it on the whiteboard

I said thank you in orange marker

The only conversation we ever had