you spoke.
something in me
moved.
stark.
a reason for journey.
you would turn me:
pull on yarn
to untangle, release
the laughter.
you would cool:
a breeze
against fevered skin.
water
over what burned me.
you would exhale:
a breath
cut in two,
shoved
into my ears.
i heard
nothing and
all.
you just
would.