For Celta Camille Head
Another Place, Another Time, Another Life
We used to walk
hand-in-hand
at the Botanical Gardens -
in Athens, Georgia,
following the paths.
This was my escape, my other life.
And what I felt
is hard to put into words but I can say
that this...
this sustained me
(the feelings remained
and existed throughout the upcoming week)
until I could see her again
a week later.We lived in different cities.
I lived with abusive parents -
I suppose I chose this,
I was an adult.What I felt
just to hold her hand
or to hold her in my arms - perhaps there is something else
that I am leaving out...
maybe it has something to do
with love. Her love or mine? Both.I don't know... maybe because I had not known love -
from anyone, at all, ever, before -
I was 24.Maybe I really didn't believe
that someone could love me
or be so interested in
Me.These days,
or during the past few years,
I seem to have needed something
more
than just a touch,
to feel anything as intense
as this.
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