For every dream that I had about what we could have been.
There are nights where he stays awake whispering to me.
And there are nights that I lay awake
Listening.
He tells me sweet things that I would never believe
Sober on daylight.
His voice becomes a complicated melody
That I follow; seeing each note flutter past.
He stops in random places to gently brush away my hair. To stare at me
With the utmost admiration.
No matter what beautiful phrases he tangles in those dark, lonely hours
He always ends them the same
He kisses my ear and whispers
"Baby, you saved my life."
But how could I have done that?
When it was he who saved mine.
