Instead

Could you hold me instead?

Instead of me writing dreadful truths, prayers too petrifying to whisper to you, to God, most certainly to myself.

Could we forget about her and her?

Could we honor them later but first, could you just hold me instead?

Could you ignore my racing heart and welled up tears?

Could you look the other way if one escapes?

Could we forget about the reasons you shouldn’t be here?

Could we honor them later but first, could you fold a little deeper into me?

Could you promise me this and that by stroking my arm and kissing my cheek?

Could you mean it?

Could you catch my love when I pour it over your body? Wear it like a regal robe? An impenetrable armor?

Could you trust it?

Can you feel it?

Because I can feel you.

Stroking my arm and kissing my cheek.

Silently promising yes.