last night we told the truth

The train rattles through as it always does, my dreams of laughter and warmth along with it. They climb the lightening depths up the north road of sleep into the bright waking life, the consciousness of those words. Heavy words that have waited on your lips with a pressure that could spoil it all if set free too soon. But your eyes admitted this heaviness long ago, and the liberated syllables finally fall from your lips with an already known comfort. I felt the words inside myself, balancing on my own two lips, but afraid I may float away from you after their release, held them back to suffocate under my tongue.