Don’t throw it away searching for something else.
Look at me, lying next to you;
Trust me not to harm you.
Trust me not to go.
I'm your someone.
Be that someone for me.
― Charlotte Eriksson
But space between us
Is only physical—
There’s no distance
In the spirit.
You’re wounded—
Scarred by trauma
Seared by pain,
Made desolate
By longing.
Let me shelter you—
Let my thoughts
Shade you…
Form a canopy
Of branches over you.
In dark nights
Remember:
No one else
Ever embraced you,
Or listened
For your breath;
Watching stars
Through parted drapes,
While you safely slept.