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For HeartSon I Have Never Gotten to Love...
From Heart Daughter


Oh, how I loved him. I felt so bashful and so ashamed every time I saw is face, for how much I loved him. I would have preferred a reputation for being a heartless iron-woman, with others, and myself, to having it be seen what he meant to my heart. How much I wanted him, wanted him for myself. Everyone did, even all the men. The ones he couldn't love, because they had no love in them, even they in their hateful way, wanted his love, and hated him all the more when he did not give it. We followed him around all the time. Neglected our lessons, our housework, left the animals braying for their feed. We forgot our lives just to follow him around in the sun. Who would he pick for his own, we all wondered. Though we couldn't have stood to find out. We would have preferred he belong to everyone than only to one, although we all ached to be his one.

I hung around the edges of the crowd. I didn't want to push my way through others to get to him. But mostly, I couldn't have stood his notice. His eyes hurt me. He would look around constantly, giving his eyes to as many as he could. I saw his glance seeking mine as he looked for me, and I averted my eyes every time, which I knew he must have known. I felt we had a secret connection when he looked toward me and I felt him see me look away. I felt his acknowledgment, and I felt he agreed not to look at me, but to hold my little presence in his heart anyway. And in this way, in my fantasized agreement with him, I could feel he was noticing me in his heart all the time he wasn't looking at me, which was all the time. I was so shy! I loved having this secret relationship with him, the two of us secretly together, in a crowd. I knew he was thinking about me, as he touched children's heads and put his hands to women's cheeks, and brought his beautifully manly face very close to men's faces. I saw him put things from his eyes into other men's eyes. I saw women burst into hot tears, grinning with their faces so suddenly pink and alive with emotion pouring out of them. I saw them laughing and crying at his touch. I saw life too big to be contained in one person, gush from a body when he looked in their eyes.

The last time I saw him, he was skipping down a hill like a girl, with pink socks on his hands, which he was playfully waving. He was heading straight for me, and my heart leaped with unbearable hope. I held my breath as he reached me. He didn't look in my eyes, but he passed very close to me, closer than he was to anyone else in that moment. I could feel the man of him, and as he skipped by, he tapped me on the top of my head with his sock-hand, and I gasped with joy, and then he was gone. Only he wasn't gone, because he had put something of himself into me. Something had entered my head and gone into my belly, and my eyes rolled back and I began to laugh because I could feel him as the fire in my belly. Oh how I wanted him to stay that day he went away.

He is looking at me now. Right at me, right into my eyes. And he is not talking to anyone else and he is not skipping or dancing or wearing pink socks on his hands. He is looking at me with sadness. He has something to say to me. Or is he waiting for me to say something to him? His looking is inviting, imploring, but mute. His eyes are full of tears and there is a lump in his throat. Looking into his face makes me ache deeply inside myself. He wants something from me. He has a heart! And his heart is waiting for me. For me! He knows I need to tell him and that's why he's being silent and not speaking to me. He is waiting for me to speak, to tell him who he is to my heart. He wants to give me the gift of letting me give him the gift of my heart. How, God, how can I tell him? How can I tell him anything when there are no words for these tears pouring from my eyes?



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