The rising tide.
What does the moon fear?
Something fragile is closeby,
and hurting.
Your hand in mine and
the stars constantly falling.
Like heartbreak.
Like the sound of strings and piano.
A valley I entered once.
A long, long time ago
when I was quiet and
raging.
Now, I squeeze my teeth together
like you showed me
when you taught me how
to smile.
Your breath lives in my lungs.
I wait for the questions
to seem like answers.
I will wait
until the chords wrap around my fingers
and I am quiet again.