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I could feel you so close.
I knew you so well.
We had been together,
working,
on your music
for months, maybe years.
But there you were today.
Today.
We had bounced around each other's space
for so long,
trying not to touch.
Trying not to get too close.
We couldn’t touch.
We couldn't get close
We wouldn’t,
not yet.
Last week all I had to do was
look up
when I showed you my new watch
Shiny and new
It proclaimed my new freedom
new choices.
Just look up
I said to myself
Look up
My breathing was slow
Maybe not even there
as I felt your presence so close
You took my arm
and your hair touched my hair
as you bent to look at it.
Just look up
I had thought
just look up
No
Not yet
No, not that day.
But today,
Today
I would look up
Today I would.
I felt the air in my throat stop
as I extended my wrist
with my not so new watch on.
The sides of my neck pounded
my nerve stopped.
“I want to show you my watch,”
And I looked up.