Your Center

We meet at your center. The warmest place I’ve been. You acknowledge what we can’t be. Somehow, your honesty’s comforting.

On the sunken sofa, I hold a version of you that you can’t see. I call you beautiful.

My words cause harm as you get off my lap. I’m the same as the rest of them, spitting out cliches and offering promises I’ll “forget”.

I apologize to you for something I meant. I soak in the silence and conversate with you in my head.

Let me in. Let me get lost on your abandoned trails. Not to search for what’s hidden. But to just stay here a bit longer.