You’ve Gifted Me Rest

The edge of the duvet,

Where the comforter had slipped out,

(A gazillion times already)

Comforts me.

Like the way I grip the hem of your shirt,

Between two fingers so innocently,

Index and thumb,

Moving fabric back and forth,

Back and forth.

I try to lull myself to sleep,

On the edge of your shirt,

An obsessive yet soothing habit,

One that lets me know you’re there,

You’re still there.

Let’s me know I’m not alone,

Or weird,

Let’s me know I’m safe,

As your warm hand traces circles,

On my cool skin.

A roadmap made of memories and meaningful moments,

Back and forth,

Up and down,

I let you lull me to sleep,

As hard as it may be to fully trust in another person.

I let you shut me up,

As my mind races all over,

Yet you’re still here,

And the comforter is still somewhere drowning in duvet,

As I am still here, drowning in your warmth.

(A gazillion times already)

Knowing that even on the edge of everything,

You’ll be there to catch me, and whisper

“You don’t ever need to let go”