maybe that’s all i ever wanted..
was for you to look at me
the way you look
at a bleeding sunset.
not asking it
why it burns.
not asking it
where the light is going,
or why the darkness
settles in
and stays.
just knowing
that something is aching,
something is giving way,
yet still wants
to be seen.
without overexplaining.
without needing words.
without all the apologies…
damn those apologies.
no questions.
no explanations.
just the kind of knowing
that asks for nothing
but to be held.