You Are My Confession

that night i was a mess, crying in a green boohoo dress, passing kings cross. it was 3am on the tube and an angel came you came said I can’t leave you like this I can’t I can’t just sit here while you cry like this I can’t just leave it alone and so you stopped and I don’t know why now but you stopped to hold me up to put your hand around my shoulder and when everything was so so wrong you were right there saying it’ll get better you have no idea how much better it will get you said and asked what stop is yours? and then I told you which and you sat and waited with me until that stop and gave me your number if i needed to talk again okay? scrap paper like scripture like something beyond biblical and i confess you are my confession i wish you'd taken me with you i wish i could have walked through the door with you and drank dead tap water with you and watched a silly show with you and looked a childhood photos of you or maybe your graduation certificate and felt you near me like how it was when i felt you squeeze my hand in that moment right back there when you said you’ll be ok really you will and i and told no one how could i tell anyone about you about this woman this woman this real life fully formed woman who i saw and who saw me and who cared who really really cared who cared enough to stop, hey?