To M.
And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.
-Clarissa Vaughan, The Hours
Among all the things you desired
That afternoon
Close again to another end
You wished just for one
It wasn't my body
Nor to call me your own
It was not my voice singing to you
nor my tears mourning you
It wasn't even to spend
at least one night together
or even just to sleep side by side
You wished for a gift
Something not for yourself
but for me
You wished for something
that would end up driving me
even farther away from you
Something that could only do me good
Or someone, that is
Someone who would treat me right
Someone who could never hurt me
You insisted I deserved it
You almost demanded it of me
that promise
That I would take nothing other than that
That moment
That wish
Perhaps that's the closest to being loved
I have ever been
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