Je Suis la Tienne

Part 3

Even now as the Pride flags wave beneath my apartment window, signalling the U.S' decision to allow same-sex marriage, I think of her and her rainbow dress. The nails with which she tried to grasp control of the new stage in our lives. My hands for which you lost your life.

We have won.

I turn away from the procession beyond the window and move towards the hallway stand. The only picture I have of us, in a blue frame, sitting beneath the tree in my old backyard. I stroke the frame close to her face, remembering how it was when she left and how she continues, in my memory, to leave me.

I whisper, "I can be with you now."