yours and mine,
touches me in the middle of the night
as I long to reach under the warmth
miles of blankets and pillows
to feel your fingertips rubbing mine.
Between the snores, movements,
and exasperation of the room
I lay still
hearing your heart beat against
the fullness of silence
engulfing me with your past stories,
dancing with your present words,
desiring a moment of exhale
where 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….