The word “cherish,” which I had etched in your ring,
always makes me think of cherries,
so I think cherishing
you is round and red and
Right, as in correct,
as in, I wish we didn’t hurt each other
with our words, as we sometimes do, because
it is those small moments
that pattern the matter.
You touch the tips of the fingers of your one hand
to the tips of the fingers of your other hand, as you say,
“We will probably never understand each other,”
(because I like being quiet and alone more than you do),
which really cuts to the stone at the center–
and not in a painless way.
The box we have drawn around ourselves,
still does confine us, and it is delicate.
I want to be in it with you,
and I need to hear that you do too.