each night you added me to your heart
when I kept wanting to know more,
for you to tell me what you saw when
staring for hours out of the dark windows
of your bedroom while still in my arms.
Maybe I already lost you by then,
eyes transfixed on some secret oblivion
sweeping through those late hours,
tightly tied to places I could not reach.
Maybe you just wanted me to join you there,
let those soundless pockets in time invade,
and hold you close to let you know
that you don’t have to slip away
into your secrets anymore.
If only I could bring you back each time,
if only you could be somewhere else inside of me.
I’ll keep the winter if I can’t keep you,
keep each night your guard fell for a while,
when I didn’t have the right to ask you
for anything more than a spark against the cold.
When I kept wanting more and more,
for you to pull away from those dark windows
and curtain your entire being with me.
Maybe I already lost you by then,
eyes lost in some unknowable oblivion
sweeping through these last few months,
tied to places I’m far more familiar with
than you may ever come to know.
Maybe you were just waiting for me to join you there,
for the writing I left on your walls to come true,
to hold you close and let you know that
you don’t have to fold yourself away
into all of your secrets anymore.
If only I could unfold you each time,
if only you could be somewhere else inside of me.
I could keep you with me through winter,
you could finally tell me everything,
and I would never ask for anything
more than to just have you.
