Small
There is silence as a body shifts to sit next to mine.
I know who it is without lifting my eyes.
The early hour confirms it, even before bruised knuckles hit my vision.
He sees my shame, his breath catches, yet still, there is silence. It's comfortable, leaving time and space, allowing control over this moment to belong to me.
I pass the phone. It's his injured hand that takes it.
Content digested he silently pulls me to my feet.
He nods in the direction of Tracy One. "Up there everything seems small."
I allow his lead, "Show me."