The Five Stages of Grief (Acceptance)

I may have loved him without knowing

He had eyes like whisky,

I dared to swim in them,

to drink from his gaze.

I may have loved him without knowing.

He had skin like the earth,

skin like mine, but not like mine,

the Indian guy and the black girl,

the Asian and the African.

I may have loved him without knowing.

I was blinded by kisses and caresses,

hands that uncovered every inch,

fingers, arms, and legs entwined.

I may have loved him without knowing.

I refused to say the words,

to speak without thinking,

refused to give him my heart.

Still, I may have loved him without knowing.

Even when he stopped calling,

stopped coming around,

I remembered the warmth of his body,

his breath on my face.

Now he’s gone and I knew he would be.

I may have loved him without knowing.