You always know
the breath I hide between the lines,
the midnight tear that never fell,
the name I rehearse to a silent sky.
You always know
when my smile cracks like old vinyl,
when my courage wears thin as lace,
and you stay—
a quiet star over broke highways,
a hush that keeps my pulse from lying.
You always know
before I speak the ache is yours,
before I fall the ground is warm,
because you always, always know.