And i look for that fave little space for my head to rest in that slight dip of the collarbone, for my cheek to press against the chest to feel the warmth, for my chin to prop up slightly, for my hand to tuck under the warmth in the cold at this little secret curve big enough for my lil hand to push through, for huge warm hands to pull the covers over me in the middle of the night when the covers slip off- and for the lies.
For the lies to seep away.
