everything will be okay
i remember you there, you were touching your face. or i was touching my face because that’s what i do when i get nervous and when we’re talking i get nervous. always afraid that you’re reading me the wrong way or that i’m reading you the wrong way or that sometime in our conversation you will look, deep, into my eyes and you laugh, harshly, into my face. and i wouldn’t know what to say. but when i’m with you it feels like everything will be okay and nothing like that will happen. or that even if it does my hands will forever remember the feeling of your hands and it will be okay. your fingers sing lullabies to mine, whispering, hushed voices saying “everything will be okay.”