I knew you,
before I became another.
I held you,
kissed you,
before I was promised.
Childhood secrets,
things shared behind closed doors
— hopes and dreams and fears.
And if I am never the one
your father would choose to love you,
perhaps we will yet find our own acceptance,
our own peace,
our hands to hold,
in the coming dark,
and without anyone
but one another
we will have found enough.
In The Coming Dark
