When I’m sad

I just want to crawl under a blanket of you

and turn off the lights.

We won’t talk very much.

That was never really our thing.

We will just lie

and play with each other’s hair

and maybe one of us will cry

while the other one whispers, 

“Shhhhh,” 

until we fall asleep.

Sometime we’ll need

to heal so deeply

that we'll fall asleep with our lips

touching
just slightly,

breathing in each other’s air

just relieved to be this close.

To be truly known is a rare thing for an introvert.

But to be truly known 

and truly loved by an 

equally guarded introvert

is a making of our own world,

an invention of our own language.