Unrequited

As we sit together amongst a laughing crowd
exhilaration rises from my feet
all the way to
my arms and fingertips.
I stop my hands from moving,
stop them
from grasping your hand as it
lies in your lap like a shell
pink and
almost newborn.
Instead, I listen
as you stand and retell
a well-known tale of
knights and ladies.

Andrea Bowd

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