they tremble
thinking the other won’t notice
terrified of what’s happening
and of what’s to come
because to love each other
means falling
and they’re both so scared
of heights

//your side of the bed

the only way
to keep something
is to lose it,
your side of the bed
is cold
the dent of you
almost gone
but when i put my hand
on your pillow
at 5am
the birds outside
just starting to sing
then i feel you
right there
next to me
for just a moment
that happens to be