garbled
I remember a time
I could run my finger across your forehead
and set things right
now I gush mouthfuls of words
that hold no comfort
and I fear your heart is moving away
outside mine
but after midnight, it’s just us awake
and in the stillness
you tell me a story we both understand
about unfounded fear
and losing parts of oneself
and then we know
in the dark together
we are truly loved well
whatever we might say
however we might fail
