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.