I wish I could tell her
how I’ve come to peace
with knowing my identity
has shifted with the sand
how one girl broke my heart
and I picked up the pieces
to glue back together
how hearing “her wife”
sends ripples of joy
up my arms and spine
how I’ve come to want
someone and I don’t know
if they want me back
how there are so many
parts of me that she
doesn’t get to see
because she’s blinded
by beliefs from her
upbringing
how I’m thankful
her beliefs were not
hereditary