When you're sobbing, panicked and half delirious
Into a cell phone while brushing your teeth and he is at work
And he can't understand a thing, except that you're upset
And he listens to your blubbering
And keeps listening even when he fears you might hyperventilate
And finally when you shut up
And hear for a few seconds
He says it will be okay
And later, when it is okay... sort of
But your brain wakes you up hours too early in the dark morning on a Saturday
And he is sleeping quietly next to you
And you sit there, reliving how horrible you felt just 14 hours ago
And you have to stay put because the apartment is too small to do anything else
But you're slightly comforted knowing that he will wake up in the next few hours
And until then his breathing and the sound of the ceiling fan
May prevent you from retreating entirely into your own head
So you sit criss-cross, half under the covers, and wait
