A Warning

Yesterday I saw the moon overlapping the sun. My mother always cautioned to never look directly at an eclipse. Its rays were blinding, but I sneaked in sideways glances anyway, hoping that my eyes would be slightly wounded just so that I would know my mother was right, and I would have something to believe in. I should have listened to your warning. It was easy to allow your heart to overlap mine; the fecundity of warm embraces and kisses that stung. It felt too real for me to ever ignore. But, you still left me blind to anything that resembles love, and I still wish for reasons to believe now.