Thank you,
For the late night whispers and singing and snores,
For the early morning messages serving to warm me up under brittle sheets,
For the nightmares that were prophecy, now fulfilled,
For the tight band in my chest, slowly constricting me less and less.
Thank you for the residue of your voice, and his,
For the stories shared, serving to make you real,
For letting me feel, for your faith,
For the paranoia, because i cannot anymore trust,
For stealing my time, my sleep, my breath,
Because you hurt in the very best way.