The first time I noticed a boy’s eyes were his.

I admit that they were quite hard to miss.

They were the first of his things that came to my notice.

But somehow, I brushed those thoughts off as amiss.

 

Years passed but I still remember this.

Now, my marriage has lightly started becoming a hot topic.

When asked, the answer presented itself

But I currently only halfway agree to it.

 

It was not him but the instituition

That only made me sad and angry;

Where nothing I did was ever enough,

Where I had to be less than my energy.

 

Now, with the help of my spiritual family,

I have got to know who is he

But I am trying to take it a bit slow

Even when he is identified by my heart, mind, body and soul.

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I had to publish it yesterday but I forgot. This poem was written yesterday, on 6th July 2022.