Your hands are wrapped around my heart so tight there’s a cup filled with the feelings you’re carelessly letting drip, but my mind won’t let go of the words clinging to my breath - “Are you okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Five people fell at work today, three sent to the hospital in critical condition; a husband is screaming at me from down the hall that his wife is wet and needs cleaned but I’m already elbows deep in shit from the lady a few rooms up. My feet hurt, I’m ready to cry, and lunch break was over two hours ago yet I haven’t taken a bite. Your face flashes in my head - theres suddenly more energy and I’m smiling.
Its mid october and the bitter cold is reaching my bones. I have two comforters wrapped around me and the quilt my grandmother made but I know I just need to be home. Nothing compares to the warmth of your arms.
There are tears burning my cheeks, dripping on the cigarette up to my lips. You’re mad again and I can feel your words like fire crashing into my chest. The world is blurry but my god, you are so fucking beautiful.
There’s four loads of laundry to do, a sink full of dishes, and trash cans overflowing. We’re leaving in four hours for a 18 hour drive and you’re frantically running out of time. I can’t stand still and the ticking on the clock is so loud. 3 hours and 43 minutes later, the sun is setting and my hand is resting under the wheel on your right thigh. I can’t help but think, how perfect of a life.
It’s dark and my eyes are fluttering open but I don’t want to wake just yet. I get a faint glimpse of the stars out the window above our bed. The blankets stir and there’s a hand reaching for mine. My eyes open and I realize yours are still closed. Your breathing is heavy as I turn my head into the curve of your neck and suddenly I am asleep again.
“What is love?”
The question rolling off of your tongue and slipping into my mouth - I’m choking on words that won’t be able to find their way out.
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