last night
i was on the verge of tears
and you spotted my toes kicking at the edge
long before i did
you put your forehead on mine
til your face was all i could see
and spoke softly-
whatever you said
it meant "i don't want you to cry"
and "if you cry
i'll let you"
and "if you cry
i'll stop you"
and "if you cry
i'll hold your hot pink cheek against my shoulder
let the tears pool in the hollow of my collarbone
and keep you til your breathing slows again
it will be like making love
but
i don't want you to cry"
so i didn't and
it was kind of okay.
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