Meet Halfway and See the Sun Rise

just sitting
listening
between two people
sharing the place
where i onced begged for comfort
profound.

in that same space
before, i screamed for someone to hear me
i was drowning in so much

it was dark
night
the sun was setting
this was morning
lighter
the sun was rising
someone who cared to listen
where i didn't hate the silence
appreciated.
not because Alice in Wonderland
is white
and it was cold

because it was 3 in the morning
and i was sluring my words
with tiredness
and he was reaching for someone
for me.

"you lied,
there are starts at your house."
"what?"
"i know because i am in your front yard"
face to face phone calls
stolen from the independant silver screen
to save one another
in stillness
where simple words
have the weight of matter
whats being said
is important
because we're saying it
fanciful and sarcastic
understood.
shared stories and shard breath
shared stillness.
motion lights turned on
only by the ghosts

we are both still chasing
but the lights are moving farther
into the distnace.
i watched these clouds rise
over his shoulder
we clung to eachother
bodies and lips and tounges.

and it means so much
like fireworks and picnics
that i cant put it into words
yet alone poetry.

but i was almost poetry
on it's own.

it said alot
3 hours of shared words
and stillness
in the deep middle
of the night

in the same place where i wanted to die
i finally felt as though i wanted to come back alive
and that is worth remembering

then again,
all of this is.

"good morning"