You clung to my shirt like you never left,

Hands clasped so tight–

No space to breathe,

Except in remembrance of you.

Silence couldn’t fit between us,

Even if it tried,

And oh it pries

Whenever you’re away.

Everything seems so intertwined

Legs touching needing to be enough

But never is,

For hearts too close-knit

To have a different name.

What is waiting?

What is fair?

When everything seems on the other side

Of doubt,

Of fear,

Of years…

And yet I must abide

The tides that carry you home.