I Once...

I once thought that romance was reserved for 

cis het monogamous intimate relationships.

I once confused love as being finite and fickle

and all together intangible and inaccessible. 

I once, child, I once even confused love with

harm. 

thank god I know differently now, 

know that caresses and accountability and

friendship and consent and shared giggles and 

held hands, amongst friends and lovers and

strangers and the like, 

is romance, is love, is once I learned it was 

infinite, it was galaxies, it was the universe, it

was ever expanding

I became star dust, once again.