Only

I sleep with your sweater on my chest

And imagine holding you slowly, carefully.

You are the best of me-

The way I laugh until it hurts,

A smile that comes out when I see you,

The softest spots of my soul.

You love the worst of me-

The way I fall too fast,

Stubborn loving, no room to breathe,

The selfish longing to be wanted,

But not too much and not too little.

You never said it,

Never admitted you cared;

Only traced the curves of my loneliness,

Held me like I was fragile and priceless and yours