While the world pretends

It is nothing to me or

The vision I hold within my hands,

My heart, my mind, your spirit

How can I describe? 

The way it wraps its arms 

Around me and squeezes tight

Today it suffocates and I feel scared

But don’t forget, it is usually just right

Yesterday it was delicate and I could

Feel you filling in the bleak empty spaces

The ones you left looking so bare, I was

Looking around feeling so lost 

But here you are, you’re back 

And you’re filling me up again.