Opposite.
I feel torn.
Two men whom I love.
They show their affection so differently.

One simply tells me.
He is my brother.
I must love him, because
It is required of me.
I want to love him, but
Why does he make it so difficult?

Another does not say it,
At least in the conventional way.
He shows me in the tone of his voice,
And in the touch of his hand. The
Twinkle of his eye.
The sadness in his soul at the
Breaking of my own heart.

Tonight I feel many things,
So many I cannot contain them.
A simple, single post could not
Do all of them justice, and
Yet this is my diary.

Two men, two loves.
I love them both, and
Care deeply for them.
Why do I only want to express
To the one?