For now, I pointedly drop my necklace
under my shirt to sit over my heart,
out of view.
For now, I hold onto your gaze sometimes
as I shouldn't, holding strong but part wrong
To the part which, for now, is as close as
I'll find to a part of your soul I can
hold as mine.
For, for now, and perhaps for this life, all
I hold in my heart must be held back, forced
to false "fine".