Sometimes

Sometimes I feel
like I’ve failed you,
like I haven’t made you feel loved enough.
That my ” I love you”s are so repetitive that they’ve lost their meanings for you.
That I’m slowly losing you in your silence,
and to the chaos in your head.
That I’ve not done enough to take the loneliness away.

Sometimes
I wish I was there.
I wish I could read your silence
through your tensed muscles,
through your rigid grasp.
Hold you in your slumber.
Wake you up with a kiss.
Silence the chaos in your head
with a touch,
with a hug,
with my presence.

Sometimes I wish the world stopped
in the moment
when laid together
in the hotel room by the lake
while it poured outside
and it all was perfect in our world.