And, I could never...

A smile I could never capture with my own,
A touch I could never bear the weight of,
The hand that would not reach for mine,
A love that would exist only outside our time.

Words, spoken in secret places,
In hushed voices,
In scarce times,
Inside impossible dwellings,

Feelings, ignored and quelled down,
Deep into the confines of forgotten places,
Moved against, simplistic borrowed
spaces.

A heart I could never ease into my own,
A home I could not dare construct alone,
The place where we could not meet,
No compromise, no movement here.

Hope, against future leanings,
That you would be here with me,
Until the end of whatever time,
we could find.

Truth, that neither could bare to face,
You, me.
A discerned wall of honesty.
A steeling, calm and disastrous place to be.

One thing,
I could never inhabit,
One thing,
I could never console,
One place,
I could never be,
The crest of your soul.

Jason Christopher Johnson
August 23, 2012