Streetlights flicker, distantly.
You set the pace- I fall just behind,
touching your hand from time to time.
The soft path spreads beneath us,
this kind of work gets messy…
we may be lost,
stumbling where our eyes struggle to adjust.
I hear you breathing,
and its textured rhythm fills the void.
I could stay here for a long time.
“You love me in a way I never could,”
you say and it’s confusing
so I prove to you, right then,
that I love enough for the both of us.
Again, and again.
I have weak bones it seems
and they fold over me, over you,
until I lose my shape and can’t stand straight.
And there’s an ache-
you don’t know how to touch without hurting.
We watch the horizon form like an uninvited guest
who reminds us we don’t belong here.
You are looking for a place to unwind,
so you leave everything that you love behind.
I’ve survived you- and the yous before you.
I’m nothing if not strong,
and I’ve learned that if I watch your disappearing form,
I’ll slowly hate you.
So I watch the glorious skyline instead.