Hold me close.
I want to re-read every chapter of your body
to remember how we got here.
Peel back your lucid dreams
let me record the scent of every petal,
every ink dyed, sleep smothered story,
your beautiful being
living in a terrarium
thousands of miles away.
I have learned to curl up with phone static
To divine my future in the patterns of your voice
rendered in speaker phone quality
how much your proximity matters.
we have come to an understanding
that our paths run in the same direction
despite our distance
I pray we are not in perfect parallel
to see a joining of our
covered in grass stains,
watching the summer sun
I will find echoes of shade
with my head nestled to the curves of your lap
and smiles tucked underneath your
fingertips and embrace
I miss you,
I miss you because it feels like
has reduced us to caricatures
desperately tracing each others’ silhouettes
so as to remember
what we look like
we stumble, separate,
recalling the promises we’ve made to each other
the ones that shine sacred when we can hold each other,
they are what keep us going,
even as our lives take us apart,
dividing our work and pain into cardboard boxes
we do our best to hold alone.
There is a small tragedy in knowing
that our relationship cannot grow
stronger than our phone signals.
So hold me close,
because I won’t fool myself into thinking
that your touch can last forever
but I can hope that it will keep me warm
until the next time I see you.
hold me close,
to keep me from falling apart
and here, in this moment,
I am yours,
not my job or my legacy
my voice or my heart or my body,
here, I belong,
cradled in your arms,
you make me feel safe.
Hold me close,
because I love you.
And all of this,
this quietness and tragedy,
all of this is worth it.