Glimpses of Gold

All that glitters is not gold,

That's what they say.

A glimpse I got of what this truly means,

As I cautiously opened up, and perhaps too soon.

I forgot the boundaries, the guardrails, and the borders,

I forgot the mission and the goal.

I can hear the compass of reason whisper,

"What did you expect?"

I forgot how soft my heart can be,

How I can quickly latch on before the rest of me catches up.

It was so easy, like muscle memory down a path of lifting hands.

You were to me in the moments that mattered,

The creases on your face,

The laugh that I so missed,

Your voice that tickles the nape of my neck,

And the feeling of you holding me close, making me feel safe.

I forgot how easy it is with you, for me to feel immediately safe.

And I also forgot that you do have another home now,

Almost a perfect mirror, short of a few things new.

For three nights, I've barely slept, juggling these thoughts.

I know my morals and base foundation,

Yet somehow I have to navigate this, not for me, but for the beautiful gift we knit.

An amazing smile, an eager energy,

Sensing the depth affection, her heart a canvas of beauty painted for you.

And in a moment, I saw her heart get sad without understanding.

My role to explain again what this was, and why we couldn't be,

The dynamics are different, but she does have two that love her deeply.

Our mess created this and inability to navigate our emotions,

So here I am trying so hard to do what's right.

I have to remove myself from this,

So that she can have what she needs and desires.

It's not about me, and no, it's not my story,

It's a small sparrow and its guardian,

Her heart is the compass guiding her way.

I take a step back, realizing this narrative isn't mine to tell,

Guiding the path until a moment when she claims the helm.

As for me and you and home,

It isn't true or real, a shadow in memories mist,

'Cause all that glitters is not gold,

And home may not be home,

No matter what my heart wants. Logic wins one-nil.