Life’s still a bastard.
Heavy. Unfair. Relentless.
But with you, it bends.
Not lighter. Just less lonely.
I crack. You catch.
You break. I hold.
Simple math.
New bars. Old songs.
Our ghosts sitting in the theater seats beside us.
We laugh anyway.
Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air.
But then there’s you.
You don’t fix me.
You don’t have to.
You just stay.
And that’s the trick.
That’s the miracle.
You’ve got the love I need to see me through.