Alone at the Museum

I explored exhibits

Tracing history

And present geological conditions.

I realized

My mind was roaming,

Conjuring reactions,

Thoughts, 

Remarks from you

All while the warmest wash

Cascaded down my bones

And something stirred

Disturbing, comforting

So deep inside my stomach.

Friends are more important

Than another lover.

So I tell myself,

But when you're close

I nearly touch your skin

Instinctively.

I healed so greatly

From my former romantic disaster.

When will I

Allow myself to fall again,

Or has your gravity

Already taken me?

- 12/8/25