found.

fresh air flows into her lazy lungs and she can finally breathe after decades of diseased thinking and torturous tolerance for incorrect identities. she finds a quiet corner to cry in, to shed the years and the fears of the past through her timid, tired tears. relief washes over her despite whirling worries over what the future will be.

she has never been alone. she has always known.

he steps forward, into the light of the future, feet planted firmly on the ground, and he comforts her. he is here, out in the open, for the wary world to watch and to learn from. he breathes blue bouquets and baby’s breath, growing and glowing in his glory.

he has sometimes been here. she has met him before.

she tumbles timidly from the spotlight and becomes his cozy companion, futurelight florescent in her new position. she can rest now. he is here for her. a hidden they is found between the binaries, hapless and heartfelt, and is offered up to the light as an acceptable alternative to automatically assumed pronouns.

they have always been here. it is their turn now.