He sighs as his leathered hands reach for mine in the night.
Heavy and ragged, a burden. He sighs, the bed sinks.
The thickness of the atmosphere hovers above. Push and pull.
Push her away. Pull her closer. Predator prey drunk sober.
She stirs and closes the gap, and wishes she were older.
Maybe then he'd hold her.
He sighs. Let her love you.
Love her back.