My head lying on your chest, listening to your beating heart.
Sun setting over the horizon, the waves gently greeting the shore.
This hammock swings lightly as the wind kisses our skin.
The palm trees are swaying with the breeze.
The birds are flapping their wings as they coo.
Nature is our serenade as the full moon rises.
The silver glow it emanates bathes this island.
I listen as you read pages of my story.
Collated poetry, journal entries, jotted notes…
These are my confessions of the life I’ve had.
The stories I could not tell without my voice breaking.
Your hands which hold me tightens and loosens as you read different pages.
Your voice sometimes shake, sometimes break…
These are stories I can never tell anyone else.
These are stories that echo my mistakes and regrets.
Your lips ghost over the top of my head,
You call my name so softly.
The book is finished and you look so torn.
I prepare myself for the heartbreak, for the goodbye…
You kiss my forehead as tears slide down my face.
My heart races as I resign myself to fate.
Another goodbye, this time a farewell…
My love for you will never fail.
Your smile is broken but your eyes are hopeful.
There was always something holding me back from our love.
Now you know, and you are happy…
You are grateful that I have shared my secrets.
Chains are broken, burdens are lifted.
The past are the reasons we are who we are.
Nothing can be undone but we can start anew.
We are one, we are love, we are home.
In this little piece of paradise, our story begins again.
No more secrets. No more shame.
Only love, strong and pure.
We are home.