the cracks in my ceiling
caught my interest as i stared
for the better half of the night,
humming a tune to remind myself
that i was awake.
i hugged my pillow and tears
fell down my face.
i wiped them off & smiled a
little, remembering your face &
the way we argued just before
a pillow fight. i was always the one
to surrender first. then you'd try
to teach me to dance & we'd sing off-key
pretending you were peter pan and i was wendy,
and yes, you can hold my hand.