words put together

elena

i'm sitting awake at 1 am alone
thinking about the way you speak so softly on the phone.

your soft breaths,
sleepy sounds,
the way you say my name
when your thoughts run around.

the way you speak slowly as if the spaces between your words
are stretching out and reaching me and separating worlds.

the way your breathing matches love,
and your heaving sounds like doves,
and your leaving feels like staying
when the world has left me none.

when you speak so slow
and the world begins to freeze,
it starts again,
an opposite twist,
and my eyes meet your eyes
and your breathing becomes mine,
and as the world begins to freeze,
it starts again,
three times it's speed.

i'm sitting with music at 2 pm alone
thinking about the way you feel like home
and i suddenly realize-
all my emotions aside-
that this place i'm in
isn't meant for my skin.
and i swear to god,
my voice and all,
that you make me feel like i belong somewhere.