What Stays: We are not the soft kind of love Like birds flying south Nor elephants entwining their trunks Or even easy breaths we take storm The earthquakes breakings- But never end You hold your silence like a double edged sword I carry my wounds as if it were Bible our scars proof Proving each other rights but told ourselves wrong Even in ruins reach for Through smoke Some days create loudest nights more than just words still- Your hand reaches mine And remember We’re learning to when can’t Thats worth writing about: Not one that hurts and moves on stays still heals