Something happened last night.
You had a lot of moments of vulnerability.
of openess you normally don't show.
I tried to memorize every detail,
the way you sighed,
how I could almost hear the shuddering of memories,
your voice as I kept you awake
softly sweet and gravelly with that sad undertone.
An instance represents best is when
I said I'd go in all black if you wanted me to be badass,
your hand traced patterns as you chuckled softly
and said "only for a funeral"
I tell you I've never been to one.
there's a beat of silence then I ask you.
you sigh as you say "too many"
normally you'd brush it off
but your voice told me you were exposing yourself to me
You sound older than possible for the
twenty year old go-getter smiling boy
you show everyone else.
There's so much more to you
that nobody can see.
I love being the one to know.