Dear Boy in the Registrar’s Office,
Our gazes held each other. You have the same eyes as my hero. Your eyes are like doves. You murmured sadly like a dove. My heart went out to you.
I heard, “Your body needs to let go of anxiety,” so I prayed, “May the Lord protect and defend you.”
I lingered even as I pressed on. Still, my feet want to follow in your footsteps.
I leave you softly in God’s hands, to whatever end; for, I have a lover and this connection is too fleeting and strange and ambiguous for me to entertain.