LOVE PRETENDING

My first true love after I came out, but it was a hopeless, unequal love, which had no future to it.

You once walked with me

down narrow streets towards the room,

pretending we could hide

in secret tryst our shared hours,

away from invisible,

pointing fingers,

with your comrades I never met,

and people we passed

who lived apart from us.

Deep thrust into the sickness of

truth, my grieving heart

craved for what could not be

given by you for me.

We bade each other farewell,

as strangers in a game you chose;

I the loser,

returning home to

what I knew.