there’s something we’re not saying
something between the li[n]es
and the bed sheets
something in the way you hold my hand
scared of [c]losing
is this all there is?
us and the fragments of a wor[l]d
saying [l]over and over again
something [c]old between us
like stardust
like [y]our eyes
hold me like you did
when we were young and [s]cared
before we slept with our backs turned
before we turned out the light
before we grew like [tu]lips turned
to different suns
hold me like you used to
and I will let you [go]
Image courtesy of Kevin Escate.