believe it or not:
sometimes i
see the way
your eyes don't crinkle
when you smile,
sometimes i see
how your laugh
tastes like formality,
and when your
mind is a flood,
or life is unkind to you,
i see how your lips
are shut tight.
and you enclose your
arms around yourself,
drawing steps back,
and further
and further
where my hands can't
reach.
i wish you would just
teach me the way
you take your tea,
or what kind of
blankets you like,
or how to
sing for you.
but whoever becomes
your anchor
amidst the wild storms,
my heart is
at peace
as long as
i know
you're fine.