With you I need new ways of knowing

Myself, the world;

Your nonchalance is uncalculated

Unlike most I've known.

You hold me at arm's length/

You hold me close.

Your fear

Your grace

Your long hands entangle me.

You want to keep your distance,

Yet you take me out of the midst of nightmares

To fold me in your arms.

And I will believe what you told me.

And I will believe it in the moments I am hearing it

But I must believe it in the moments

When you turn from me.

And I must believe it

Even hampered by

My injured memory

And my tragic

Forgetfulness.