The sky isn’t falling.

The sun came up,

but I’m still here waiting

for things to blow up.

Alone with my thoughts,

but that’s not really so.

I dove in head first.

My secret cover blown.

There are those that will hate me,

or laugh in my face,

for loving two genders,

but when is love a mistake?

But their chatter is quiet,

barely a sound,

for the deafening noise of

support all around.

Yet still I hear it.

Drip, drop.

Like a leaky faucet,

or the hands of a clock.

Hearing this static,

I think what will I do?

Maybe I can help the faucet,

and get a digital clock too.

The timing wasn’t perfect,

but when is it ever,

to tell everyone you know

how you’ve felt for forever.

Floating in the aftermath

of my own wake,

the sky isn’t falling and

I awoke with the sun on my face.

-ZTH