This husky frame feels as though
Its taken the road less traveled on
My body is an endless sarcophagus
Bedsheets wrinkled and worn through
No substitute hand will suffice
No good morning text will do

I crave your head
Lying on my chest
But four years is such a long time
Or it could be just a second
But either way
I know that this is what we have to do
But just know that this husky frame is frail
Without your touch

For the first time I felt safe