Moments of Sincerity
Moments of Sincerity
by Hayley Boyle
The one who spoke with a heavy Slavic tongue,
who lived surrounded by books
and smelled the way a library does
who read to me long into the nights
while tracing his finger along my spine.
The one who lived near the El, where the passing lights,
much like his hands, would caress my bare legs
as I walked across his kitchen
daring passengers on the late-night train
to witness my youth in all its glory.
The one who, nearly twice my age, taught me
that there is a moment each morning,
as the sun peaks over the horizon,
when life is still, almost as if
meditating upon the meeting of us two strangers.
The one who told me on a stormy night that
our children would be beautiful,
despite us wanting none,
and swayed with me to the sounds
of thunderclaps and the heartbeats we’d never know.
The one who believed an entire ocean
couldn’t keep us apart,
who danced with me under neon lights
surrounded by strangers
after traversing halfway around the world.
I could call them regrets.
Or allow them to be what they are—
part of me, forever,
even if only moments
leading me,
showing me how to love completely, now,
without shame.
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Featured in our September 2022 issue, "Loyalty"