It’s soothing to hold your face in my hands.
As the cuts open up on my body,
I can cling to the sensation of your smile
under my fingertips.
When you seep down like melted wax,
I want to step up, take your hands
and hold your palms to my cheeks.
Can you feel my smile, the smile
you gave me before the world turned upside down?
I like to think we stand
each side of a pair of scales, perfectly balanced,
and if one of us stumbles, the other
can compensate and bring us level again.