I tug at you and you follow me. We approach life carefully nowdays, not wanting to disturb the fragile balance we’ve built between us. I take hold of your sweater, with my palm wrapped around the crook of your arm. We walk together, in unison only partially so, since you take longer strides to my meager steps.
I long to put my head on your shoulder and cuddle in.
I feel like there is a rumbling, grumbling inside me deep down in the pit of my being that is fighting to get out. A deep, burning feeling that I want to release out of my chest cavity, allow it to escape so I can see it, touch it, feel it.
I’d like to understand how this fits into my psyche, does it fit into my psyche? It feels painful to hold it inside, but I’m scared to let it out at the same time.