he kept picking away at me
and when I told him to stop
he would kiss me lightly and say
“I’m almost there”
day and night
he would pick away
and eventually
I got used to it
I started to help him
not knowing what he was looking for
I began to pick at myself
until the floor beneath us
was coated in gravel
dust in the air
together, we would pick away
but one day
I was just so tired
so I stopped
and out of nowhere
I began to laugh uncontrollably
tears rolling down my face
unable to catch my breath
he began to laugh with me
until he suddenly stopped picking too
for the first time
he stopped
he took my face in his hands
and held it
then, he stared at my smile
and into my eyes
then once more at my smile
and he smiled
as he pulled me into him and whispered
there it is
I’m here