In the silence now is where I must struggle to remember again. The galaxies on my arms and your tiger stripes will exist as testaments to the strength we almost learned to lose (close your eyes and hold my hand again).
You laugh has slipped into every cup of coffee I make and the slivers of my eyes; I am stuck now, again, wanting
My words are stale from overuse, but how else could I convince you that you are jewels to me? Stale, again, again, and soft, and here again I am left risking everything for the safe delivery of one more miracle