Our Story

This story,yours and mine,touches me in the middle of the nightas I long to reach under the warmththrough themiles of blankets and pillowsto feel your fingertips rubbing mine.Between the snores, movements,and exasperation of the roomI lay still hearing your heart beat againstthe fullness of silenceengulfing me with your past stories,dancing with your present words,desiring a moment of exhalewhere you can be free from the traumas.I think I loved you before we ever met.I think I will love you even after this….