This was not possible
I followed his gaze
Not so long ago
Leaning into his shoulder
Us, here, together
Touching the crease of his neck
Discussing, caressing, kissing
My hands
Even to be here
Playing with his fingers
It would not have been possible
Giving a small nudge with my nose
People would have betrayed us
Putting my head on his chest
Loathed us
Listen to its beating
Beat us
Connecting my own breath to his
Even charge us with a crime neither of us committed
Feeling even closer into him
I looked at the wall
Saw his picture with Madiba
Both smiling
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