Lately…
the fridge light feels too loud.

You came back at 2,
coat still cold from the hallway wind.
Said the day had teeth today,
I didn’t ask for details,
just pulled the blanket over both our knees.
We let the silence listen.

If your hands are shaking like loose change,
that’s alright.
You don’t have to hold yourself together for me.

We don’t have to be strong tonight,
don’t have to fake the map or light.
If the dark is loud and the fear comes close,
then let’s be scared in the same room.
I’ll stay.
I’ll stay right here.

I’ll stay…
I’ll stay…

We play that worn cassette again,
the piano crying somewhere far.
You lean into my shoulder,
and for a moment,
the room stops spinning.

We don’t have to be fixed tonight,
don’t have to know what morning means.
If your chest feels like borrowed space,
then breathe it out here next to me.
I’ll stay.

I’m not going anywhere tonight…

Even if tomorrow,
you don’t need me to.