You are a rock.

You asked me to come inside, you said you couldn't decipher why it was I was shivering. I didn't answer because it wasn't a question, and I didn't know the answer. We laid in your bed sharing a small cup of tea, I walked through all of your bedrooms and hallways alone. You smiled with your eyes, and we talked about ourselves for six hours, but not you or not me. Us. We sang together. When you apologized you sat right in my face and stared at it. We agreed that we watch, observe, think, analyze with good intentions. I slept last night.