Your hands whisper “I’ll be there”
As they interlock with mine,
I rub my mascara, fluff your bed hair,
Today we’ll be just fine.
The fight feels unbeatable, but we put on our armor
Over the knives in our backs,
Mask our broken hearts with filtered smiles
As we look along the beaten tracks
With pain in my chest and tears in my eyes,
I turn around to you and say,
“Don’t worry darling
We’ll get there someday”