The
three
words
we long to hear
above
all others -
You.
Belong.
Here.

And
I cannot help but wonder,
how much more
there can be
to endure.
How many more
oceans of silence
must I sail?
How many more
deserts of nothingness
must I drag myself across?
How many more
hopeless forest fires
must burn through me?
I am strong
and
I will stay so,
but still
I wonder
when the horizon
will give way
and I can say
it is over
at last.

I am
malleable,
changeable,
I shift my shape
with almost
every breath.
So tell me
what you want, love,
and I will be her,
as best I can.
Draw her lines
and I will fill them.
Select her colours
and I will wear them.
Write her words
and I will speak them.
As best I can.

And
if I could
break it down
to it's
bare bones,
I would say
that with every
beat
of my
fractured heart,
you
heal
me.

The most
fragile
of truces,
held together
on a
silver hair's
breadth.
Sail
your fingers
across
the ocean
between
our shipwrecked bodies
and say
it will
all be
ok.

*It has to be ok.

And the
secret
hairpin curve
of
my smile
is
testament
to
what
last night
meant.

Not being
locked in
feels an awful lot
like being
locked out.