Stay behind the line
you say
until you allow
as if we aren’t together  

as if we’re still an unfathomable thing
more than ten years after
rainbows covered that house of white
in a brief flare  

of maybe
it’s alright to be yourself
dissolving into security, now
for someone else.  

The nuclear family
you let pass between us
purposely
while my husband waits patiently?  

waiting
to be called
waiting, again
to be something other  

than the object
of the power
of the assumptions
you make.  

I choose to think
it was just a mistake
that the spirit of June rainbows
remains intact  

that waiting
is something we’ve still moved past
save for brief blips like this one
that just can’t last.