Your face broke like glass that night. I held it together for you, skin trickling through my fingers. The sum of all your hopes, errors, and ever-will-be’s
Birthday cakes, lease signings, Halloweens, the man who will one day silence the noise. These moments deserve you, like so many others not yet ready to cry for you.
Listen and come back to me. You can’t have her. We need her. Come back. Come back. I won’t let you have her.