You

I screamed
Every epitaph
Who are you
To claim to know me
 Coming in like the wind
Understanding
My every thought
Bending down with me
When I was wrought

Push
Shove

I don't know love

Push
Shove
You
The warm glove

Stomping away
You
Refusing to follow
Graceful waiting
Tears
Like knives
You
Always ready with the salve

Numb
You
Waiting for the second half
Wrapping  me
Sitting with me
Knowing all the pieces
Had to fall
Knowing I'd see
Your graceful all
You