Sometimes when we are together
I like to just sit in silence.
I think you understand that
it’s not a matter of
having nothing to say.
It’s a matter of not
being able to say anything right.

I hope you understand.
I will tip-toe through the
bedrooms that you are asleep in
in your mind.
I cannot promise to not wake you-
I am clumsy, but I promise
to always make you smile
after I turn on the lights
in rooms you didn’t realize
I was still standing in.
I will run my fingertips
lightly over the faded scars
of your old wounds as if they are piano keys.
I promise to never leave more behind.
I will sprinkle seeds, planting flowers in your hair.
I will watch them bloom.
I will watch you bloom.

I am anchored in my own ways while
trying to sail on the winds of you.
I am a lighthouse patiently waiting
to guide you home to me again.
I will brush my hands against yours
until you grab them.
Do not let them go.
Do not let me go.
We need all hands on deck.