Attempted

Thank God whatever you tried didn’t work. For now, your cheek is warm against my neck. I won’t get up until I‘m sure you can sleep tonight. You say you don’t have any faith. Please let me have it for you. It’s not as heavy for me. Your darkness, to me, is weightless.

“I hear you,” I whisper through your sobs, rocking your trembling body like a baby in a cradle. “You will be okay, I promise.”

Because the feeling is returning to your fingertips, tracing my shoulder blades— something like desire, and now, desire looks a lot like hope.