your mouth is open, words settling in your throat like all those memories you’ve shared and all those times you’ve thought about him, and nothing comes out. your tongue is a home for all the things unsaid and your ears a shelter for all the things unheard. there is a black sky— small lights prickle the velvet; bones and flesh and blood lie beneath it and he’s in your arms and you’re home. you wish he knew, you wish he could just take your brain your heart your entire being so he knows it’s real so he knows you love him. and maybe, just for now you forget about everything that holds you back and tell him how much you care because his guitar strings might as well be your heart and it tugs, heavily; as long as you’re together you can do anything, you love and live and everything in between. you’re with him and you are a bird flying because you know that if you leave him, you’ll still come back.