He doesn't know how he saves me,
every day he saves me,
from the cold darkness slowly ravaging my mind and soul.
He keeps me from the brink,
from the edge,
but never knows how close I am.
He keeps me firmly on the ground,
when all I want is to be under it,
to feel its cold embrace.
He takes the pain away,
when it hurts the most,
without knowing it was there.
He keeps me whole,
when I feel like I'm going to shatter,
but he didn't know the cracks were there.
He warms me up,
when I am numb,
with his sweet words.
I wish to see his face,
to touch his face,
and always keep it here.