Until June

The sun is gentle with its love, and the rain is always welcome. I don’t think twice or scan my surroundings - not even at night. No one is concerned about us, and over here, that’s a good thing. I hold her hand, I kiss her shoulder, I stare into her eyes with all the love in the world. And 'the world' is just an expression, I imagine. It must be, because nothing else exists when we’re together. 

I adjust the ring on my finger; it surprises even me. I always thought I wasn’t the marrying type, but I guess you just need to know you can do a thing… do anything. I don’t change my clothes cautiously at night; I don’t fold myself inside out. Colour does not languish at the bottom of my wardrobe, covered by old clothes, reserved for only special occasions. The truth is true everywhere, and I commit to it. There is no confined space; there is no ‘right time.’ I don’t wait till June to be. 

Pride is a celebration of everything I already have. I dance in the streets, rainbow-coloured streaks following behind me. I’m never alone; it never even feels that way. No one has to leave the people they love so they can find themselves. No one feels secret relief when their people die; there’s no reason to hide or be afraid - there are no cages. I don’t have to dream, because we’re all free. 

Imagine no longer needing to explain yourself. Imagine being; being more than just a living thing. Imagine living, every day, not treading cautiously, ever ready to escape. Imagine running because you want to. No one behind you and no destination in mind; running for joy, not for your life. I can only imagine.