Today
I will crawl into your bed
and stroke your hair
and say everything’s okay.

I know it’s not
you know it,
but our future’s not promised,
so I won’t say “It will get better”

I will say that you are beautiful
and we are together
this room is cold
and it’s pouring down rain.

You can keep crying,
I’ll turn up the music and
grab another blanket.
We’ll lay here until it’s tomorrow.