A Sliver

I stood in the kitchen
Looking at my palm

You asked what was wrong
"A sliver," I replied

You pulled my hand
to your mouth

And gently moved
Your lips across my skin

It struck me as something
A mother would do

It's almost painful
To be loved so much

Your tenderness breaks me
And glues me back together again

You Held My Hand

The whole drive
Me, near tears
It was a trip I didn't want to take
But you were there
One hand on the steering wheel
And the other entwined with mine

When I squeezed
You squeezed

And I felt like I wasn't alone in life
Anymore