My Safety

It feels
like wearing headphones
then muting our soundtrack.
It feels
like sleeping all day and
maybe all night
with pillows I don't need.
Too many,
yet not enough for some reason.
It feels
like zipping your too big jacket all the way up
and feeling it
on my bare skin,
like being held by a parent,
and letting it all out.
Like how she always said, "Look at my blue-eyed baby girl!
Where did that smile go?"
Look at my black-eyed mom.
Where did the beautiful mother go?
It feels
like being held by
or just being near you,
like your lips smiling at ME,
like your little bite on my neck
just once,
and like when I look into your green eyes.
Then I ask myself,
"Where did the rest of the world go?"