I'm drunk in your arms again,

You hide behind laughing it off

Like this wasn't hard enough.

You're holding the aching in,

This space is a deafening sound,

Too heavy to say out loud.

Next time around,

We'll sit in the garden

Laughter around us

Hands in the dirt.

Next time around,

I'll share what you're holding

Keep our lines open

Share in your hurt.

Ignoring my calls again,

I know why you're not answering me now. Is it easier somehow?

Too much in your head again

It's not me who needs sheltering now, Please don't push me out.

Next time around,

We'll sit in the garden

Laughter around us

Hands in the dirt.

Next time around,

I'll share what you're holding

Keep our lines open