and all the places in between

 
I'm cold inside so why does it burn
in my solemn places where I don't like to be touched
you reached me there
 
stirring memories and affixing dates
I can place the hours I couldn't breathe
you brought me calm
I would come here and you would enter
making me exhale
 
I count the moments in between
it was torture could you feel it too?
my soul shaken
I wrote about the agony
you listened quietly
 
you took the pain to you and gave it a name
in my silent days, I heard you plead
come back to me
and I did to find you stoic in my loneliness
standing firm in my void