You'd Softly Speak

"In morning's first light on still folded sheets 

After the sorriest excuse for a good night's sleep 

We laid for hours that stretched into weeks 

And after each pause, we traded thoughts and you'd softly speak 

And it was faint, but I still made it out 

All my own doubts falling out of another person's mouth 

Oh, what a voice, oh, what a voice 

How I did rejoice 

In your parents' house, in your childhood bed 

I watched the rise and fall of your ribcage with every breath 

Making a makeshift space for me to rest my heavy head 

And in that place, in those quiet days, I could hear it best 

And I was calm, somehow while so distressed 

When I heard my own heart beating in another person's chest 

Oh, what a sound, oh, what a sound 

Oh, I felt so found"