By Jack Scholtes
Enclosed in a form so familiar, with someone new
Not new like I haven’t met her, I feel like I’ve known her for a long time
Beyond seeing her hand raise tall to speak about things I can’t relate to
After just over a month, her bed felt like more of a home than I could ever live in
My shoulder gave out the first night, and the night after
My hand went numb from how I lay, but that was nothing to me
Somehow, the first night I knew love, and I knew its name
The first night I knew I would soon be captive by her grasp
Each time I awake in that tower, that place of heaven
I take those sheets that held us, I arrange them how she likes them,
I fluff the pillows so she doesn’t lay on flat cloth, so her shoulders don’t give out
Something I should tell her, from my lips, is that I’ll take that pain for her
The stories she’s told others about me are ones that I wouldn’t imagine to be spoken
I feel as though she speaks so highly of me, but she deserves much, much more
My admiration for her will forever beat any feeling of doubt or second-guesses
The trust I said I loaned her was not meant to be taken back.
It feels like just yesterday, but also years ago, when I last laid next to her
Looking at her face while she dozes off, and trying to imagine a more comfortable space
I think for about five seconds, and five seconds go by and I give up,
Looking back and ahead,
I feel like we could dream of each other through everything, every day.