POETRY | UNREQUITED LOVE
In Declaring “I Love You,” One Declares His Vulnerability to Wounding
The language of love is the language of vulnerability

Saying, “I love you,” is a scary thing. It should be. One should be frightened to one’s toenails. One should have no wits about oneself, they having fled on hummingbird wings out the portal. One should flutter in dread as rapidly as those wings.
To say “I love you” is the ultimate vulnerability; it’s a self-engendered exposure to potential rejection, devastation, and betrayal.
But that very vulnerability is the best thing about loving. It is the most profound treasure one can vouchsafe to another.
A quarter-century ago, I gave that treasure in a poem to Ray, who crossed my path on his journey, a comet briefly lighting my firmament though scarcely noticing me.
I knew he would not stay. Yet, I gave it to him just the same — because I had to.
