Fix

I come to you for silence, to wrap my fingers in your hair, to watch dusk spread slowly across the sky.

That is all I want from you.

You give me talk, action, movement.  You turn me from the spectator to the participant, you make me your unwilling physician.

You want me to heal you, to fill the gaps, fill the cracks with love mortar. Strengthen you.

I cannot.

Here I am, as me. I do not possess the tools to cure what ails you, bandage your  festering wounds caused by long-ago injuries, heal your damaged psyche.

I do not exist to give you the love you need. All I can give you is what I have.

I am here to watch the day slip away into night. With you, my lips pressed to your collarbone, hearing your heart ticking like a cooling engine.

That is all I want.

That is all.