The everyday is far from everyday
Singing, playing songs he’s written
Me holding back my own words
Written and spoken
Not knowing what to say on the final chord
Because it nearly brought me to tears
Because he doesn’t know how good he is
And I don’t know how to tell him
But a kiss will do, I think
Because it seems to say a lot more
It speaks quieter and easier
Not obtrusive, not lingering awkwardly
Or ending abruptly
Less pressure, more pressure
Flirting with the idea of love
Or just intimacy
Isaac Gracie plays on
As we find more ways to speak
And learn to leave longer spaces between breaths
Because breathing isn’t important anymore
Because breathing is lonely
And I never want to feel that
And I feel I never will
Fear I never will