I conceal my heart
in gestures that mean less
than they should—
a glance, a half-smile,
words that never reveal too much.
You’ll never know
the full weight of what I hide,
for I’ve learned to wrap it
in layers of space,
to cloak it in distance.
It’s not that I don’t feel it—
it’s that I can’t let you see
how much space
you take up inside me.
