32.

you're talking, trying to spur conversation
but I don't feel like talking
I reach out my hand
fumbling over excuses, I tell you I don't care
and I pull your arms around me
so we can just rest
in this simple silence
soft and comforting as the blanket you gave me

i hope
this doesn't
end
the way
it started to
not so long ago.
i hope
my hope
isn't as foolish
as it was revealing itself to be
not so long ago.