I can sit in the dark
And let your voice coat me
In a warm,
Musk-scented blanket of comfort.
The vibrato of your tenor,
A bass in my world
Of high-pitches and screeching.
Even through texts
I hear your voice surrounding me.
I talk to you
More than I admit.
Imagine:
Us,
Back to back on my bedroom floor.
My head will roll back and laugh.
A real laugh,
For the first time in a while.
A real smile erupts from my lips
And I will,
For once in a long time,
Know how okay everything is going to be.
It's something about your glassy,
Ocean-blue eyes.
It reminds me that everything's going to be okay.
And I think it's because of the life
The life and the sparkle of your eyes
That ignite something inside me to encourage strength.
You have something different in your voice.
You have hope,
You have gentle notes of something I've never heard before.
