“I fit.”

You fit.
You fold yourself into me and rest your head on my shoulder and
You fit.
You fall asleep fully clothed and on top of the blanket, with me as your pillow
and you’re holding my hand
My eyes are wide open, and I lean against your forehead and breathe in the smell of your hair and I’m thinking of every single reason I’m there
You’re holding my hand
My eyes are wide open and I’m breathing slow, so as not to wake you
You’re holding my hand
I gently move my fingers, I want to wiggle them free so I can stroke your arm and pull you closer
You’re holding my hand
And the second I move
You tighten your grip
You don’t even flinch
You don’t skip a beat
Your breath doesn’t change…
You’re holding my hand
and even though my intention is to hold you closer
You won’t let me free
You can’t let me get away
This is the single moment in all the nights and all the days with you
That I’m sure
That I’m certain
This is truth
You’re holding my hand
like you hold something
temporary
something that at any moment
might slip away
You’re holding my hand
like you hold
something
You fear

Ashley Wylde
May 23rd, 2015

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