Full Circle

A laying on of hands. Can my gentle touch erase those so much bolder where trust and skin were broken and memories etched like a black tattoo across your heart? I want to kiss away the pain and confusion in your eyes.

With my teeth digging into the tender skin of your neck, I pretend I am sucking out all your rage, your fear and that it's mixing with mine and changing into something pure and beautiful like alchemy. My t-shirt soaked with your tears, I hold your hand until sleep carries you away from me.

I whisper silly stories just to see the edges of your mouth curl up slightly. I will away the past and the outside world. You fit inside of me like my hand fits in yours - perfectly. Two puzzle pieces.

An image of her flashes through my head. She's laughing. "Well, duh. It took you long enough! I thought you were supposed to be good at figuring things out!" My lips settle into a slow smile and I hold you in my arms and I hold onto her memory and for one glowy sunshine yellow moment, it feels like everything has come full circle and makes sense in the weirdest of ways and that maybe things could be okay if only for now.

For once, my sleep is dreamless and peaceful.