I said, "Life is wonderful adventure," into her scarf on the train ride home.
I grabbed her hands and attention with my soft words and wide shaky smile.
"Your knees are beautiful.
I love your short hair.
No. I don't care that you smell like cigarettes,
it goes well with your perfume."
This is our stop.
"Shh let's just sit for a while."
I've never rode the rest of this line,
and neither have you."
But that doesn't stop her from getting pulled back in,
with a flood of tears and great big sighs.
I'm grabbed and pulled. A human tissue.
She wipes off tears and gives me her trust.
"You are perfect.
You are wanted."
I hum while tracing scars and kissing eyelids.
I listen to the clinking of the train.
I kiss you--snot and tears and chapped lips,
and you sting like the sea.
But today's tide is reseeding,
and it's time to rest.