it's been 2 weeks since we moved in
you started working at a café, i started working at a grocery store
we had different shift hours, but
its okay, when i get home i see you sleeping
one night when i closed our front door
you were crying out my name, i rushed into our room
(can i say our room?)
you had a nightmare about your parents, about how they used to treat you
i took off my shoes and jacket and laid next to you
you clutched my shirt and stained it with tears
its okay, you have me
your
friend