The Note From Which A Chord Is Built

you have always seen the best parts of me

with my uncovered eyes
loose from lenses absorbing light
your hand is wrapped in mine
the sun set for the last time

carpet stains from coffee cups

thrown to stop from hurting so much

paralyzed, I thought I'd fail you somehow
and let you down
but you saved me from death,
awake and alive for the first time
joining as voices sing, together,
the same song