shadows perform their sword dance playfully
his fingers wrapped in mine like a bow
lights passing on the twilight highway
busy wondering if they are all going home
music toning out the white noise
he puts his hand on my knee through the rips
as if to ground himself from floating away
the weight of the past 4 months slipping
all of it is drifting away when I'm here
caught staring up at the ceiling and wishing
he pulls my chin around to face him
a cool kiss planted on my forehead
here and now my pain is gone because of him
never wanting to leave and praying he stays