At 2 am

I was whispering in the dim light

Talking to myself and the souls that I have known

At your house

I said seven words too quietly

Though it was big for me to even say them out loud

What I said when I was crying

Forget it now

What I said when I wasn’t thinking

What I said when it was all over

The words I spoke on the rocks

In the grass

With my head on your lap

Feelings and friendship

Regret and romance

Dreams and desire and difference

Pain and happiness

It always comes back to them

To us

To a turn of phrase, the turning of a page

Pouring out their hearts

Hearing my own voice shake