The future of past

The moment that you snuck into my heart
with your soft and soundless socks,
it was breathless, 
seamless,
without a second thought.

I had felt the world had called me,
an ode to isolation.
I imagined you long before,
but would never hold the flashlight.

It was you who stood under stars,
patent posture in your pose.
Through all the rough and wicked,
I was something that you chose.

No beauty in the reflection I saw,
but you dragged the tide low,
let me gaze at what was dangerous
about my strong and truth-filled glow. 

You helped me learn to see myself,
before knowing who you were.

So once I stood upon the night,
holding my flashlight strong and tight,
I saw your face through darkness.
I should've known,
I should've seen,
All along it had been just simply he. 

idbailey23

VT

19 years old

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