I hold her,
But I feel like I’m the one
Who may fall down.
I hold her tight,
I might say something
Stupid…
But right now,
I hold it together.
We are close together,
And whether,
…and if
she falls…
I am here clutching at fabric
and my face is nestled into her hair,
which is not at all like a bird’s nest…
Resting heart rate,
friends wait,
then go on ahead.
My head
on her head,
here we stand.
And if she falls,
If…she falls,
I’ve got her.