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

how I’m thankful 
her beliefs were not