Amar Prem

For so long you've always been there. It's funny how he went and then you appeared one day and you still haven't left. I worry that you will but you tell me that if I'm lonely you will come and if I need you then you will never fail to be my shoulder to lean on. Year after year and I still don't know you as well as I would like. In some ways we are like strangers, and yet from the first there was a recognition. Maybe you were there before and so you've come again. Will you be there next time as well?

I grow tired of foolish heartbreak and I wonder if things were simple, how simple they would be...for you...for me? I love your hands you know, gentle or harsh but beautiful. It's funny because she told him he had the most beautiful wrists she had ever seen, well you have beautiful wrists too. I could circle over that bumpy bone in an oval with my thumb and middle finger coming together in a complete whole.

I love to run my fingers through your hair, silky and sleek. Lay your head on my lap and we can sit for hours caring in silence. You once told me you would die sooner than I could stand, you can't because I need you. I know it's not much or often and it's unfair but if you are happy then I will be happy for you. You deserve it.

This time I thought about it because I've been wanting for a while. How perfect a heartbeat, with another lying quietly beneath.

But I am, as always, unsure. Maybe it will be and maybe it won't but I'm still so glad we have what we have.