In his bedroom, studio

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