Futile Devices

it’s been a long long time since i memorized your face
it’s been four hours now since i wandered through your place
and when i sleep on your couch i feel very safe
and when you bring the blankets i cover up my face

i do
love you
i do
love you

and when you play guitar i listen to the strings plus
the metal vibrates underneath your fingers

and when you crochet i feel mesmerized and proud
and don’t say ‘i love you’ without saying it out loud

it’s hard, so i won’t say it at all
and i won’t stay very long
but you are the life i needed all along
i think of you as my brother although that sounds dumb
and words are futile devices