...and she says, sometimes I'm not as fine as I may seem.

But I still welcome, those indescribable moments
where you and I feel with absolute certainty
that together we will never forget.
A rare simultaneous inhale, where we share a sense of awe
of the beauty
of ourselves, of the concrete under our feet,
of the vibrant horizon.

If we have a decade, if we only have this hour
All that matters is that one, precious understanding
That for this second, we're connected.
I have to remind myself
such things are attainable, even when
I'm in these, the darkest of places.
You have them too, those terrible agonies
that cloud the sun and make you hide away.

Yet the sunlight on your cheek
the touch under your finger tips
each breath in your chest
is a reminder that life is for living
and that the safety of escape
is entirely illusion.
to run is to deny what is honest, what you are
is to deny what life has to give.

So close your eyes, feel my hand.
I don't need to tell you
I think you feel it, true safety is in the knowing
that moments like these give worth
to the chaotic ride we live, and the storms that we endure.
Can you see it? The distance telling of resolution
and new pains all over again,
so beautiful.

and she says, but I'm never as upset as you'd expect...