There is peace;
a certain calm that falls
over rushing emotions
erratic heart palpitations.
There is certainty;
a solid wall of trust builds
working over every crack
feelings you thought you’d never get back.
There is a promise;
resounding although unspoken
of the kind of love that lasts
no matter if time moves slow or fast.
There are spaces
between each of your fingers
made specially for my own hands.
There is my refuge.
Precocious Madness 