
The first time I saw you, I was in the forest.
You were standing by a stream, with your back toward me.
You held up your hand and I took it.
We both sat down on a log beside the stream,
Where we could watch each other’s backs as the sun set
over the mountains. “Do you know what I am?” I asked.
“I’m a man.” Your eyes widened.
“A man? A woman would be better!”
You said, pointing at my chest.
I put my head in my hands and groaned.
“What is it?” you asked. “What’s wrong?” “I’m a man.”
You frowned. “But, men can be replaced.” I turned to you,
staring into your deep green eyes. “Would you replace me?” I asked.
You looked down, biting your lip. After a moment,
you looked back up at me. “I don’t know.”


Comments (1)
"Would you replace me?" That line broke my heart! Loved your poem!