Mind fog,
Shakey hands,
And sweet understandings
Of a lover.
Whispers of sweet nothings,
A calming hand,
And steady pair of arms.
Calming mind,
Setting reality,
And opening eyes
To meet yours.
Embarrassed for cracking,
For getting off at
Meltdown central.
Hold me steady,
Tell me it’s all
In my head.
You do, without me telling.
All is well.
No more tears
Or shagged breathing.
