you are never my maybe 
my close enough
my if-the-light-holds

i choose you in the small hours 
in the moments no one is watching

you can walk into any room 
and never wonder where i've been

read every message 
and find only your own name

there's a line somewhere 
i've kept so much distance from it 
i've forgotten where it is

i know you in the dark
by the sound of you breathing
i could find my way back blind

so let the days run long
let the floor give in
let the words come out wrong
i will not loosen my grip 
to be right

what we are 
holds 
under all of it 

steady 
certain 
ours

i pick you on the good days 
so the bad days 
never have to ask