Hold me close.
Whisper sweet into my ear
in the voice that tells me
this visit is different from the others
proceeding it.

Squeeze my hand when the movie gets intense
and caress it softly when you know I am safe.
Breathe in the mood deeply,
I want to feel the air rise and fall out of you.

Lead me into the place on your chest
where I can rest my tired
and lonely head and body.
Let me be a part and particle of you,
if only for a few hours.

And once the movie is over,
the climax met and resolved,
Mention (in that soft voice)
how much you still love her,
the girl that got away.
Tell me you're still trying to figure it all out
and once you do, you can fully invest in us.

Give me that look, telling me to wait
Until the day of healing is behind you.
Expect me to believe it,
that something will happen
if I just let it become.

So hold me close,
one last time
before you tell me what you're really thinking.