hush.

tremble,
because you don't have any other excuse for an illness.
shake,
because you don't have another reason to leave.

listen,
because you don't have anything (or anyone) else to speak to
but me.

so take me and don't let me go,
still me,
while i still feel like i need you.

don't silence this thought,
you know not what it's like in the dead of the night.

it's too much sometimes,
that immeasurable task of living life.

maybe i just want to be.

quiet.

maybe i just need,
you.