As I hold your finger close to my skin, I can hear you start to breathe. Your silent love, so cold and warm.
As I hope for your life, I brake. I fall. I choke. You kiss my back to cure me.
As I crawl back to you, I get lost. Tired. You stutter words and guide me out.
As I cry and think of you, I fit in between your shoulders. You tell me you never really wanted it.