I. Fedeltà

My eyes were on his chest.
I wanted it to move. I wanted him to breathe, but nothing.

I turned to look at you, so red blooded.
No matter how many times you jumped the gun,
I always held it with you.

This is fedeltà. This is loyalty.
This is what it means to love.

I could tell myself this and erase what you had done,
the things I let you do.
Because I couldn’t leave you alone with them.

This is fedeltà. This is loyalty.
This is what it means to love.

And each time, in each split second,
all those choices were as much a part of me, as they were a part of you.

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