The Confession

her timeworn eyes
linger on the stains of insecurity
i yearn to erase from the fibers
of this new white costume.

as i somehow manage to swallow
the shards of both our doubts
and my confidence
dissolves into—(Silence); and

i can no longer hide
the salt water leaking from my eyes
as the taste of acid
churns in my throat
           i nod.
and realize
there is nothing
to do but pause
to breathe with her
and mourn our Grief