Coming Out In
Realizing I liked girls
did not hit me
like a slap in the face
and it did not hurt
like a punch to the gut.
It did not take me
by surprise,
but it did not hide there,
stuffed in the back
of the closet
next to the dusty shoes.
The realization
came to me
like a cool breeze
on a warm day,
or like a memory
coming back to mind.
It was like a friend
I welcomed
with open arms.
Oh.
There you are.
I knew you were here
all along.
