You made your way to the bed
and I followed,
the cold wooden floor creaking
underneath my feet.

You made me promise not to laugh at your Yugioh sheets,
the ones that had been your favorite since you were twelve.

The pillows were soft, and they smelled
just like your clothes always did,
a mixture of Tide and deodorant. 
I inhaled deeply,
hoping to capture the essence of you forever.

Your twin sized mattress
was not kind to the both of us.
I didn’t want much space between us anyway.

In the darkness, the rhythm
of our breath, I thought,
there is no sound I would rather hear,
no bed I would rather be in,
no person I would rather be with,
than you.

How do I even begin
to explain the ways you have
saved me, resuscitating 
my heart when it was
drowning, overflowed by
the sadness of who
I used to be.

Or the way you taught me
how to battle my demons,
relinquishing the skeletons
living in the attic of my mind,
hiding away in corners,
unseen by light,
until you.