It gets hard sometimes
and the load you’re carrying probably gets heavier,
but only as a way to tell you that we’re in this
are not alone. While that burden on your shoulder carries a tag that boldly reads “RESPONSIBILITY”,
what you don’t see is the fine print. It reads,
“To be shared.”
I am the kind of girl who could focus only on one thing at a time. I’ve always thought of it as a disability.
But then we have these conversations in between my odd giggles
with all these passers-by around us
and all I could see is the speech bubble in between our breaths,
the lines at the sides of your face waiting to tell stories I want to hear,
these hanging threads at the end of my coat brushing against yours,
the way our smiles meet,
the way nothing else matters.